Typical Run-of-the-Mill

Just your typical run-of-the-mill photo of a young man modeling a colorful, knitted sweater...

...and holding a baby goat.

...Yeah.

I Spy

Oops.  With all the Christmas hustle and bustle, I forgot that I hadn't scheduled posts for yesterday... Let's make up for it today!

We start the day off with a vintage cover-- Hand Knits for Men. 

What do you suppose this trio of besweatered men might be discussing...?

One possibility:
"That window there about 9 every night.  On top of everything else, she's punctual, too!"

Wardrobe FYI

In case you've been wondering what is appropriate apparel for all those times you ride (or lead) a burro...:

...It's a lot more feminine, lacy, and white than I would've expected, honestly.

When Momma Ain't Happy. . .

"Honey. . .

. . . did you take the last TAB?"

(And after she'd toiled away knitting the whole family a set of seamless raglans, too.  He knew she only drank TAB, the cad!)

Mustachioed Male Models

I always say* there's nothing like a good mustache. . .

. . . and those two specimen are nothing like a good mustache.  (Heheheh.  Sorry 'bout that.)

You have to wonder how this ever came to be.  Did they decide that the sweaters themselves (and the khaki slacks they were paired with) were just too boring on their own?  Even so, whose idea was it to spice things up with cigars and two anachronistic mustaches?  We'll probably never know. . .

*Okay, you got me.  I never say that. 

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."

Sad Birthday

Sometimes you have to wonder what led to certain sets and props in a fashion photo shoot.  Were they trying to tell a story?  Or did they just throw together whatever the heck they could lay hands on at the last minute?

Like the photo below. . .  It strikes me as either (A) a random mishmash of imagery or (B) a very sad birthday scene:

Dominique smiled painfully through the welling tears as he clutched the phone, savoring the last few seconds of the call.  At least he'd had the sound of her voice-- her sweet, sweet voice.  He swore in his heart that next year he would be with her, no longer held captive in this dilapedated (not to mention rather depressing) perch above the rocky shoreline, like some tragic Tweety Bird in a cabled sweater and slacks.   Happy birthday to me, he thought grimly before blowing out the candles. . .

"What The. . ."

Let's say you have a toddler-- a sweet little child for whom you like to knit sweaters.

You love that baby, right?
You want to protect him or her from the scary things in life. . .

. . . the nightmarish things, like, say, blue boogeyman-monsters:

What in the world is that thing?  Why was it brought forth into creation, with its donut eyes and sausage nose?  Is it a stuffed toy or (*shudder*) a costumed person?  Either way, it gives me the creeps-- and because it doesn't appear to be knit or crochet, one has to wonder why it was included in the photo shoot at all. 

. . . Creepy.