In an Ideal (1960s) World

This is probably only funny to me. . .

I mean, I'm fairly sure that some people somewhere actually do this-- set up chairs and a table of drinks out in a foot or so of water. . .

. . . but it still strikes me as funny.  Out of all the possible settings and poses available to them, they chose this for the cover of their booklet.  (Yep.  Sure makes me want to knit.)

"Oh, Honey, won't you go out and tell Bobby not to splash around so much?  I don't want him getting water in his ears again.  I would go myself, but well, you're the Man.  Besides, I don't want to ruin my dress in all this icky wetness. . ."

"Sure thing, Sweetie.  Just let me finish my cigarette first.  (That's right, folks, it's the 1960s and there are few things I enjoy more than a nice, guilt-free smoke.)"

"Thanks, Darling.  By the way, are those bottles of Coca-Cola-- the Real Thing-- ice-cold yet?"

"Almost, Sugar-Bear.  Almost."

Sweater-Shorts

I question the wisdom of knitting (or crocheting) a skirt to match a top.   It really doesn't seem like the best of ideas, but I suppose it's possible to do it well.  (Or at least not to do it so badly that you render yourself ridiculous.)

Knitted shorts to match a top, on the other hand. . .

And there's that hood / hat /thingamabob that goes with it, too.  And all of it in orange. 

We can only pray that this sort of thing never comes back into fashion.
(Was it ever in fashion at all?   One has to wonder. . .)

"Gentlemen Prefer"

Gentlemen prefer. . . what, exactly?

Can't be blondes, because this woman's obviously not, and yet she has their full attention. 

Maybe gentlemen prefer bright, garish sweaters (the most logical assumption here, I think, given that this is a knitting booklet).

Of course, on the other hand, it might be that gentlemen prefer huge baskets of assorted tropical fruits. . .

. . . or brunettes with bizarre, gravity-defying hairdos. . .

. . . or women in high-waisted polyester pants. . .

I guess we'll never know.   (Don't you just love the expressions on those two, though?   And the way that one guy is leaning in a little closer?)

The Horror! The Horror!

I realize that the early 1960s were in many ways a more innocent time. . .

. . . but I still can't fathom that there could have been any era in which these ski masks didn't strike instinctual horror into the hearts of all who saw them:

I mean, seriously-- EEK!

In my quest for a decent photo of these monstrosities (from Easy-to-Make Fashions: For the North South East West), I came across this "nightmare ski mask" and an even more horrifying selection of ski masks.

Feel free to blame me for the nightmares.