Here is the post that was promised a couple of weeks ago when we were talking about the not-so-great estate sale. I bought a whole boatload of 1970’s (so not my favorite decade, as if you didn’t know) craft pamphlets and showed you a picture:
Can you imagine having the fantasy fur next to a lit candle? Seems like a recipe for disaster to me. But having the whole shebang go up in flames might be preferable to having fun fur flowers sitting on your coffee table staring back at you.
Flowers not your cup of tea? What about:
Just in case you’re not convinced, here she is in color:
I would rather have two of the rest of these craft projects than one of the Sweet Thing. Heck, the Flaming Swords up in the right-hand corner would be pretty good dusters. In fact, the only legitimate use for these fur flowers might be dusting:
There is a second Fantasy Fur pamphlet for Christmas:
Let’s just ignore the clown; there is enough horror without throwing it into the mix. Since this is the graduation season, can you imagine the face of a high school graduate who received an owl or the graduate pictured on the back page? They would have to be a master of diplomacy to compose a civil thank-you note that didn’t convey their intention to get rid of it ASAP! The only thing that would make a ribbon-craft gift tolerable would be if it were stuffed with chocolate, or money as a second choice. Thankfully, ribbon crafts don’t appear to be too durable, since we rarely see one in decent shape at garage sales or thrift stores. Otherwise we might be photographing these every week:
I’m pretty sure that these crafts would NOT improve with time.
My favorite book (of this group) was so mod, that they had to say it four times:
It’s hard to know where to start with this page:
The plaque in the background is awful, but I’m mesmerized by the expressions on the Claus’ faces. Is Santa giving her the “come hither” look, is he irritated, confused, or plotting her demise? What the heck is Mrs Santa thinking–has she been goosed, did she fart, has she been tippling, or hypnotized? It’s hard to figure out what’s going on with those two, but I think some couple’s counseling may be in order.
Here is a sampler of different mod mod mod mod crafts that are in the booklet:
I’m not too sure that yarn beehives or dolls dressed in long dresses and muffs are the epitome of mod. There need to be wild colors, and that dress had better be a mini to qualify as mod. I’m not sure how the snails even made it in the mix–this is an old lady’s idea of mod! At least they have Twiggy eyelashes!
Again, I’m having trouble discerning the “mod” quality of this fluffy kitty plaque:
I bought this pamphlet solely because of those beaded go-go boots:
I would have been over the moon about those super-cool boots. Reading the directions, I seriously doubt whether I had the patience to make all the flowers and then painstakingly sew the fragile beads to vinyl boots. Even if I did, two of my younger sisters would have “borrowed” them and returned them in less than pristine condition.
I would have loved this jar and used it to keep my treasures together:
There is nothing too heinous in these bead books. You could change up colors and lengths and make it work:
The part of these books that makes me smile are the pictures showing off the finished crafts:
However, the above tableau makes more sense than this picture:
That’s it for the crafts. However, I’m not done since my beloved Sister-in-Law has a submission for the post:
She got this from a great-aunt who had lots of cool and strange things. I think it’s marked “Cechoslovokia” on the bottom; the mark is very faint and blurry. I’m not sure why it’s decorated with delft-appearing windmills, but the kicker has to be the wiener on top! It’s probably is supposed to be something else, but it sure looks like a hot dog to us. The lid lifts off the casserole dish that also has the lip around the bottom. All in all, it’s a mystifying piece. If you know anything about this, please share the knowledge.
Thanks for reading, and as always, show us what you are finding.