Thursday, May 7, 2015

The Wacky World O' Vintage Stuff

Here are some of my favorite odd items.  A couple of these are available in our Fiona Dorothy shop on Etsy (link at top left of this page).

The stupidly named Fat-O-Meter.  This looks like a plastic adjustable wrench, because it is.  Did armies of women order this and spend lonely afternoons pinching themselves and feeling huge?  The truth is, if you actually are fat you probably have no folds.  None that these tiny pincers would fit around, anyway.  I like question #1 the best.  The awkward grammar tickles me.  Maybe people back then weren't smart enough to realize that fat people will live longer when the famine hits.



I don't know why this product seems funny to me, but it sure does.  Maybe it's the elation on the man's face.  He's finally found the right tank ball! I certainly like the idea that companies making tank balls were competing and had marketing campaigns to ensure that their tank balls did better than the competition.  And in the end it was just a tank ball.  "Best by Test" is also quite evocative.  What did those tests entail, and did actual scientists collate the results?  Why does it fit only "popular size valves?"  What are the unpopular valves supposed to do?



Available in the Fiona Dorothy shop.
Slinky Eyes, also called Googly Eyes.  The company that made the fabulously successful Slinky toy just couldn't stop.  There were Slinky Animals, and I seem to remember a Junior Slinky, for those who loved Slinky but just needed a smaller one.  Then some genius decided that kids would find it a real hoot to wear glasses that had metal eyeballs attached to small Slinkies.  I'm old enough to remember when these came out, and I promise you these were never very popular.  Loser kids wore them when trying to seem funny.  No, they weren't cool then. But they are now.



I could discuss this ad for a very long time.  There are so many things wrong with the ad itself and with the product.  And the thing is, there always were.  Classy women never wore this kind of thing.  This is a Beach Blanket Bingo type outfit, worn by teenaged girls who had absolutely no body fat and never had to pee.  According to "Rivera Originals" (company headquarters nowhere near the Riviera, and nothing original about this product) this jumpsuit is exciting and versatile.  You can wear it for house cleaning (number one choice), shopping or gardening.  No doubt women put on dresses and high heels to cook, which was the other thing they did in those days.  This torture "jump-in," which no one ever jumped into, was available in "gala plaid," a fun, happy pattern that came in several colors, all of which spelled "trailer park trash."  It's hard to imagine this little number in a sleeveless version, but it sure did come that way.  And the saddest part?  Apparently it once sold for a whopping $5.98.  Thank God there's a money back guarantee.



When I first saw this I thought "so falcons do go flat after all."  But this is no joking matter.  What if your kestral has a blow-out at 80 miles an hour?  You're going to have to take care of it yourself, and this is the kit for you.

Turns out this is just a vinyl patch kit in a fancy colored box.  Obviously, at one time, there were enough "vinyl plastic inflatables" (bicycle innertubes, pool toys, sex dolls) to support this home repair product.  Although the graphics here are stunning and very patriotic, I'm pretty sure what's inside the box smells like old, rotten rubber.


Available in our Fiona Dorothy shop.
The Kord-A-Way.  This is an intriguing case of inventing a product to fix something that isn't broken.  I spent hours as a child in the same room where my mother did the ironing, and I never heard her complain about the iron cord twisting or getting in the way.  This advertises itself as a "blind-made product," which - then as now - was a pathetic attempt to increase sales.  I personally don't want blind people around irons or ironing products, but that was then.  Several hilarious claims are made by this product, chiefly that it "makes ironing almost automatic."  Yeah, except for the heat, the heavy iron, the damp clothes and all the work involved, it's almost automatic.  It's clearly marketed to the ladies, because a man would never.  He just wouldn't.


Some of the most extreme sex-based marketing involves one of my all-time faves, the Erector set.  I'm a fool for vintage Erector sets.  I have a huge collection.  I love the little yellow and red Erector houses.  I use the standardized small bolts in my artwork.  A lot.  I love the sprocket-like gears, the old motors, the tiny Erector tools. I adore the way the old, rusty metal smells.  And I've loved it since I was a small girl.  So imagine my feelings when I see the amazing Erector instruction manuals, most of which have illustrations like these. Yes, BOYS should get this.  But only boys.  It doesn't seem to have occured to anyone at all that girls might like to put things together and take them apart.  In their blind sexism, the Gilbert Company, master marketers
that they were, failed to find the huge market of children born without a penis.  Girls who wanted these things had to wade through mountains of sexist promotions to get our chemistry sets, our racetracks, our strap-on six shooter pistol sets (I had to get the double set because I was left-handed, and no one made a left-handed toy gunbelt - I was doubly discriminated against!), and our Junior Carpenter tool sets.  I remember being confused by the implication that I wasn't supposed to want these things.  But by damn I got them!  And I have them today.  So boys, I hope you had a lot of fun.  I know I did.  Do.

Available in our Fiona Dorothy shop.  
The scintillating Universal Stewardess travel iron.  Who is this "universal stewardess," and what does she need to iron?  When you think stewardess, do you think ironing? No?  If she's universal, why does the iron only work on AC? This is not the lightest thing on the planet, leading me to believe Flight Attendant Jan will be paying some overage charges on her next trip to Burma.  I suspect the manufacturers tied this molten lump of metal to the exciting world of the airline flight attendant (radiation poisoning, long shifts, low pay) in a failed attempt to make the iron more attractive.  Its excellent condition after so many decades indicates their marketing ploy didn't work.


This ends today's tour through the absurd land of vintage ads.  I'm sure we'll be back soon.