Confessions of a husband-neglecting, cat-shooing, yarn-hoarding knitaholic. But in a good way.
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posted by Stitchy McYarnpants @ 12/23/2005 12:34:00 PM
fashion plates! best toy in the late 70s.
wow, i really missed out by spending these formative years of the late 70's in the old country.so sad.
Um...Christmas of 1978, I'd have to guess that my favorite toy was my mother's bladder, which I'm sure I had a blast bouncing up and down on. Sorry...I was in utero at that particular moment.But if you're willing to venture into the 80s, I think one of my earliest favorite toys was Alphie. That is, until he went crazy and starting talking all by himself in my closet.
Well, I was only 3 in 1978, but I'll add that the gift I asked for EVERY. FREAKING. CHRISTMAS and NEVER GOT was the Easy Bake Oven. I begged for that thing. The Barbie Dreamhouse was a close second, but I asked for an Easy Bake Oven until I was like 14.
Well I was probably a bit old for them but I still loved under roos. "Because Under Roos are fun to wear, they're something super new in underwear."I was also obsessed with Stretch Armstrong. I'm not sure why it was so much fun mauling that stange doll...
Ah! I had that EXACT green and red dress with the kitty on the apron. Whoa, bad 70's flashback...
Easy Bake Oven, Fashion Plates, and the Mousetrap game. I never got any of them, so I soothed my inner child by getting my eldest daughter an Easy Bake a couple years ago. My eight-year-old just asked me yesterday for Fashion Plates. I guess they have a new version out that I will have to find before her birthday in January so that the cycle can end here :-).
Baby Alive. Which I got but Santa forgot the batteries.
I now officially feel ancient. In 1978 I was 16 years old, so the toy I wanted and didn't get was a car. I bet even the super Sears wish book didn't have that. :-)
A Sit-n-Spin so I could spin until I threw up and an Easy Bake Oven. My mother never let me bake by lightbulb. She made me use the real stove. Bitch. I'll never forgive her to this day.
What I really wanted, but never got, was one of those big doll heads on a stand with makeup; you were supposed to do her makeup and style her hair. I would lay on the floor with the catalog open in front of me and just dream of my future as a beautician. I also wanted an EasyBake Oven. Sounds like there were a lot of unfulfilled little bakers out there.
I *so* need the family star wars pjs.
Wow. I had three out of the five little girl dresses pictured. And I was ten at the time. Skeeery times for us all.
In 78 I was 24 and my daughter was 3. We had the matching Star Wars pj's! They were a "special" gift from my sister. Oh, and itchy!!!Thanks for the laughs and frightening memories.Merry Christmas!
My cousin Shawn had those Star Wars pjs and I was *so* jealous. Stupid cousin with the cool pajamas and all the matchbox cars. Harumph.Merry Christmas, Debbie - all the best to you, Jon, and all the kitties. :)
Deliciously hideous. I wasn't born until long after that, actually, but I wish I had been born much earlier so I could have seen what I consider to be the good era of rock music. Merry Christmas.
In 1978 I was 13 and about to finish 8th grade and head on to high school. (Yep, I'm old). Don't remember what I asked for for Christmas, but it was probably clothes, and who remembers the clothes they get when they're 13? I did have one of those dresses in that first picture, though, a few years earlier. Lovely, ain't it?
i was 12 in 1978, and i don't recall waht i got. i know it was probably clothes, and an apple and nuts in my stocking. something my dad did every year. in fact, i do it with my kids, now, even though one is going to be 20 in january, lol. of course, i dont' give crappy red delicious apples. i give braeburns to the boys, and a pear to my daughter (she hates apples, lol)merry christmas, stitchy, and thanks for the memories (not!)
I remember fashion plates!Oh, and that fisher-price barn sound, I never put it together with When Doves Cry. You're right! It does sound like the beginning of the song.
God damn the seventies.
Why does the mom in the Star Wars pajama picture have a Hippo-sized erection?
Oh. That's her knee. Uh...sorry.
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