I said yesterday that advertising that looked like the funny papers was popular in the 30s. I give you another example. But first, give me a moment or two while I get out a cast iron frying pan and beat some sense into this guy with the pipe. Seriously! He's telling her he doesn't like seeing his little woman work so hard but he says it while standing there in a suit smoking a pipe. Yeah, I'd have him seeing those little animated birdies flying around his head. But then hey, I'm the sort of person that doesn't iron. It is what it is. If something has some wrinkles I figure "okie dokie" because it was going to look wrinkled 5 seconds after I put it on anyway. I iron maybe twice a year. I barely even remember where I keep my iron. I have memories of my mother ironing and I think that's what cured me. It was so unpleasant. And I remember the damp laundry in a bag in the fridge which would then get put through one of those roller press dryers. My mother was especially unpleasant when doing linen table cloths. I vowed ironing would not be a friend to me. I've kept my vow.
Do click on the image to see it larger. It's a yuk fest!
Somewhere in this house I actually have an old empty Rinso box. I found it at the cabin when it was being cleaned out after being sold. The box dates back to at least the early 1960s, possibly the late 50s. I have no idea where I put it. Someday it'll show up and I'll ooohhh and aaahhh over it for a few moments then put it away and forget about it. I like when I stumble upon my own garbage and it surprises me.
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LOL. Totally awesome post. And what the housewife in number forgot was to add was a cup of SPRY to that load of laundry! That stuff woulda got them shirts all sparkly white! They'd probably be easier to iron, too.
ReplyDeleteNow see, that might be something I'd even try. Have a white shirt with a stain? Need to get out of the house fast, no time to try and get rid of the stain? No problem-o! Smear on a little Spry and keep moving fast all day so the flies don't settle. Hey, it might even work for filling holes in apartment walls when those heavy objects not secured to studs fall around 2 am. Don't ask.
ReplyDeleteand if that isn't enough, how about a little soy sauce to remove those stains? Remember Mrs Mears in the movie 'Thoroughly Modern Millie'? I'm not into ironing much either, some people iron towels and socks :o that's just madness.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I have actually used soy sauce on furniture to cover up scratches. Works pretty good until the dog comes up and licks it off.
ReplyDeleteBut I like the idea of using soy sauce to make an even bigger stain on a shirt to distract people from the initial stain. That would be my kind of logic.
How I laughed! These adverts are very funny. Do you mind if I alter the larger one which I downloaded? I can think of alternative text...
ReplyDeleteI also only iron in emergencies. the last time I got the iron out was to finish off a patchwork quilt I made.
Oh Rosie, you're going to LOVE the next one.
ReplyDeleteI actually don't mind ironing shirts (hate doing khaki pants though). It kind of relaxes me and lets my mind wander. I've written posts and poetry while ironing. My mom did laundry and ironing to make a living, so we did a lot of it in our house. When I was little, my job was to stir the liquid starch. Remember the powder that you mixed with water and then dipped the clean, damp shirts in? I actually did that (in one of my insane housewifely periods) a few years ago. It has a very distinct smell. I then decided that I WAS insane and started sending DH's dress shirts to the laundry where they belonged. Coming back perfectly starched and ironed, on hangers and enclosed in plastic. It was a brief period of insanity.
ReplyDeleteSee, that's how I am with hanging the laundry. I love to stand outside and hang it and listen to the birds. I'm completely relaxed. Ironing...no.
ReplyDeleteI do remember that starch. My mom did that for awhile in the 50s with my dad's uniform shirts. I also remember my mom turning his collars. Taking the collar off, turning it inside out, putting it back on the shirt.
I think I tried spray starch once. I thought it would be fun. Anything to make ironing fun. Then I wised up and was really happy when the wrinkled look became fashionable. I'm basically a slob when it comes to household chores. I somehow manage to not see the dust and wrinkles.