Blast from the Past

I received a box this week sent from my stepmom containing a whole bunch of vintage needlework magazines. I found some lovely treasures including a really nice Swedish table linens set. We all know how much I love to make stuff so this package was right up my alley. There were just a couple things that needed to be shared though, since, like any good scary story, it is better shared with friends.

All three of these hail from the 1970's, a time when crimes against crafthood were rampant. A time when one could barely take a step into a home without being assaulted by acrylic granny squares, macrame plant hangers and becalicoed Sunbonnet Sue dolls.

Behold:

Nothing says "I am a winner" like dressing your poodle in a belly shirt even Miley Cyrus would be embarrassed to wear. In the Poodle's defense, she looks like she's got plenty of junk in the trunk to be used for possible canine twerking purposes. Get your freak on, Fido....

Our next entry... I f humiliating your dog isn't enough, there is little more humiliating for the man in your life than making him dress in a sweater vest that matches yours. Especially when that sweater vest is all shades of Jonathan Livingston Seagull. You may think he is staring soulfully into the distance, little happy knitter wife, but really he's trying to decide what method is best for killing himself and TAKING YOU WITH HIM. 

Our final entry is from from the "Dear Lord, Why??" category, courtesy of Susan Richardson of Eight Is Enough fame. It's bad enough that we had to live through Dick Van Patten's leisure suits and Andy Rich's drug rehab. No we had to live through this too. 

 Please. Make it stop.