Oh I remember them. R Mar would spread the pattern out on the table or sometimes the floor and put pins through the paper into the material.
Something else you don’t see so may of these days is knitting machines. Both R Mar and later my Uncle/FiL had one, a Knitmaster I think it was called. There was an attachment as well like a smaller version you could get, but I can’t remember what it did.
A Pearlmaster or something like it perhaps.
Oh, and I didn’t know Emelia Fox modelled for that pattern.
My late Auntie Betty who went to Australia in the 50’s and her Husband Uncle Les…they loved knitting machines and spent a lot of time designing knitwear and selling it…
If that was delivered to you or even bought by you then that’s the first one I’ve seen for many decades.
I well remember them being left on the doorstep and birds sometimes helping themselves to the thick cream on the top. Those were the days!
My mother knitted constantly, she made all our jumpers etc. I think those knitted bathing suits with shoulder straps were the worst. The wool absorbed water so they weighed a ton, they also filled up with sand, and the crotch always ended up round your knees so you were constantly pulling them up
I’ve not seen those for years, not even in this rural country village.
Spong mincers were very popular in the 1960s and 1970s, I still have one although it’s never used.
My sausages are bought in packs, I wouldn’t know where to start if making them.
Delivered to our door in the early morning by the milkman… I also excellent get fresh orange juice. That’s what we get but there is a lot of other things they offer.
I am not familiar with the word Spong (sounds like something out of the Goon Show) but those mincers were popular long before the 60s my parents and grandparents had ones that clamped to a table top in the 1940/50s and they probably date back much further.
My milk comes in three litre plastic bottles and very glad I am too. I think the only thing i really like out of a glass bottle is my beer.
I bought a small bottle of brandy today to set fire to the Christmas Pudding, it was in a plastic bottle.
Cooking is not for me. I have to eat to stay alive, unfortunately that’s as far as it goes for me. I wish it was not like that but I do try different flavours in the packs, admittedly nothing like those from a proper butcher though.
How To books. Books about DIY such as making shelves, or furniture, or toys, or changing a plug, or a light fitting.
Nowadays nearly every can be found online with detailed descriptions and yooochoob videos.
I just remembered Green Shield Stamps which reminds me of the picnic set mum got from the Green Shield Stamp shop which I think was in Ridley Road? Dad smoked Senior Service cigarettes and I am sure the packs had Green Shield Stamps in them.
