*David Attenborough voice* "Now, here we have a marvellous example of a traditional housewife in the wild: a Llandovery farmhouse, to be precise. Watch her nimble fingers at work as she bakes countless pies for her family, and lovingly lines their arteries with Cookeen."

Ahem. Cookeen is still around, of course, and appears to have made a comeback, due to cookery programmes encouraging us to get our mixing bowls out. Nowadays, Cookeen is owned by Princes, who are based in the Liver Building in Liverpool, rather than in Kildare House in London. The reason why I bothered looking this up was because the company I work for now occupy Kildare House as one of their many London offices, oddly enough.

Yep, just a nostalgia-fest this afternoon, I'm afraid. I remember an Eighties variant of this measuring machine that was automatic. As it closed around my young foot, I remember not being at all sure about the whole idea.

Mmm...bri-nylon. Nothing clever to say about this one: it just caught my eye because of its clear lines and good use of colour. I bet the clothes weren't as nice, though...

Hm. "...the mystery of woman." seems to equate to hiding your hair dye from your husband, lest he discover that you *gasp* age just like he does. Even if you've been married for 17 years.

Eeh, I'm a one.

Suddenly...her belly button disappeared. Was it the 'Tric-O-Lastic'?

I have to say, out of the many fab adverts I've found in the course of doing this site, the ice cream ones are probably my favourite. I adore the packaging, and the sight of all those artificial colourings and flavourings are so evocative of my childhood. Yum!

Oh, piss off.

Right...so is she actually learning to fly, or does she just want to sleep with the instructor? I thought the picture looked sufficiently summery, though, so here y'go!

If you came from a working class background, like myself, then you'll probably recognise these. My grandmother had a Moppet painting, along with all matter of tasteless figurines, which I presume she picked up from ads just like these. Lovely.

I'm...not sure where to start with this one. Me and my boyfriend found ourselves writhing around in our seats with discomfort whilst reading the ad, and certainly the language alone is enough to put it in first place in the 'Adverts Totally Made of Wrong' category on Gypsy Creams. Actually, I may provide that as a category when the site's given an overhaul later in the year.

"No more washing and ironing for you". Oh the romance. Why couldn't he have washed his own snot-rags?

I've noticed a fair bit of sexual innuendo in some of these ads, but I bet the copywriters didn't spot the 'flick of a knob' joke. Hur hur. It's easy to forget that an alarm clock used to be a far louder affair than the half-hearted beeping that my clock radio gives out. I did use a traditional alarm clock for a limited period 10 years ago, but soon got fed up with being awoken with a heart-stopping crescendo of clangs. I remember my dad having one of these, though, so perhaps the innuendo worked on my mother...

Hasn't she got her face a bit too close to that grill?

And there was me thinking that Vaseline had only started making other products recently! I rather like this ad, as it's not often women in Sixties ads are displayed in positions of power: even if she IS sewing up his trousers. I suspect there was an alternative shot of her winking to camera...