#mail order catalogs

[stone-cold-groove]

Radio Shack Annual Catalog - 1968.

[popculturelib]

Did you know that lighthouse memorabilia was a thing? Here are three issues of Lighthouse Depot, a mail order catalog all about lighthouses and collectibles. See anything you like?

The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.

[gpstudios]

Celebrating National Mail Order Catalog Day: A Journey Through Shopping History

Celebrate National Mail Order Catalog Day on August 18 by exploring the history and impact of catalogs. Discover how these iconic shopping tools transformed retail and continue to inspire today.

Introduction National Mail Order Catalog Day, celebrated on August 18, is a tribute to the iconic catalogs that revolutionized shopping and shaped consumer culture. From their humble beginnings as a means of reaching customers far and wide, mail order catalogs have evolved into a beloved shopping tradition that connects people with products in a unique and nostalgic way. This day is an…

[yatiso]

im sorry digital world analog devices no matter how finicky or straight up entirely more liable to be defective or time/money consuming will always have the top shelf in my heart

[scrappopmania]

[murderousink23]

08/18/2024 is Constitution Day 🇮🇩, Never Give Up Day 🌎, National Fajita Day 🌎, National Science Day 🇹🇭, National Ice Cream Pie Day 🇺🇸, National Mail Order Catalog Day 🇺🇸, National Couple's Day 🇺🇸, Pinot Noir Day 🇬🇧

[ego-sum-arbor]

I don’t like ordering stuff online, not only because I dislike buying things without seeing and touching them, but also because I get so focused on the location and status of my package that it impedes my functioning. Unfortunately we live in the buy it online era >:[

[cuntyko]

[stone-cold-groove]

Sears, Roebuck and Company Sping & Summer Catalog - 1957.

[bevanne46]

Rare Vintage Needlcraft Patterns - Smarty Pants Homemaker Book New Folio for Homemakers Mail Order Patterns

Paperback in Very Good Condition (Cover shows some wear) 39 Page Catalog with information on: Homemade Clothing Ideas Instant Ways to Decorate Almost Anything Making your Home a Place of Comfort and Luxury Quick Tricks for Fashion Crochet Clothing Ideas Home Decorating Ideas Hand Stitching Ideas Children's Clothing Ideas The Bead Boutique (Beaded Accessories) with Directions on how to make

Mail Order Patterns for: Crochet & Knit Clothing Hats & Headwear Embroidered Clothing Patterns Quilt Patterns Crochet Rugs & Bathroom Accessories Doily Patterns Afghan Patterns Doll Clothing Patterns Stuffed Toy Patterns Crochet Toy Patterns Floral & Christmas Ornament Patterns Christmas Embroidery Patterns Slipper Patterns Dog Sweater/Coat Patterns Embroidered Wall Decor Patterns Apron Patterns Pot Holder Patterns Embroidered Tea Towel Patterns

Needlecraft Department New York, NY 1950's - 1960's https://www.tedooo.com/shop/648a9e3da46f667bfb7621fd

[zombimanos]

My dog hadn't been to the bathroom since early morning cause of the freezing temps & snow, so I shoveled a patch of grass & she was finally able to go.

Due to chronic illnesses & diseases, I won't be able to use my arms or hands tomorrow & maybe longer but...worth it for her!

[evan-collins90]

The full Fall/Holiday 1995 'Sanctuary' catalog by Cher (1995)

Incredible mail-order catalog started by Cher in 1994; this is the 1995 edition. Unfortunately, it seems the venture ended after the 1995 issue. According to a 1998 article, this was due to mismanagement & order-fulfillment problems.

Luckily found a copy available online, then scanned & cleaned-up this wonderful relic of 90's Renaissance Revival & Whimsigothic fashion & design!

[scrappopmania]

Quelle Catalog Spring / Summer 1969 PDF E-Book (with watermark)

Catalogue: Quelle Spring / Summer 1969 Pages: 579 Published: 1969 Language: German Size: 1,11 GB Format: PDF E-Book (digital product)

You will receive high quality PDF scans with a watermark from my Etsy shop.

This is perfect for collectors.

Interesting for finding ideas for the production of vintage items.

Also interesting for fashion designers and tailors and for theater & film to see what things were used in the 1960s.

A wonderful piece of ephemera and an excellent resource for designers and collectors of all kinds.

Instant download.

[murderousink23]

08/18/2023 is Constitution Day 🇮🇩, Never Give Up Day 🌏, National Science Day 🧪🇹🇭, National Ice Cream Pie Day 🍨🇺🇲, National Mail Order Catalog Day 🇺🇲, Hawaiian Shirt Day 🇺🇲, National Men's Grooming Day 🧔🇺🇲, National Couple's Day 👫👭👬🇺🇲, Pinot Noir Day 🥂🇬🇧

[bi-writes]

Simon would never argue with MOB, that’s a given. And defending her honor??? Maybe it’s leaked that Mrs. Riley is in fact a Mail Order Bride for who knows where doing who knows what and let’s just say someone spreads that rumor around base and it gets back to one Lieutenant👀👀

mail-order bride

cw: graphic depictions of violence, a little smidge of dark!simon, misogynistic language (18+)

"here to see your husband, mrs. riley?"

you smile, shuffling in the chair. the woman who greets you is always here with a happy disposition, even when she's drowning in paperwork and the telephone on her desk won't stop ringing. she looks a little stressed today, but she gives you a smile anyways.

"yeah," you smooth your hands down your jeans, looking around. "told me his day would be slow, so i thought i'd bring him--"

you're interrupted by the sound of intense laughter and loud voices. the front doors open, banging against the wall practically, and a group of soldiers move past you. you fiddle with your purse, smoothing your thumb over the leather, but when you hear the subtle laughter and whispers still around you, you look up.

you make eye contact with several privates. they're whispering in each other's ears, but once they notice you're staring, they laugh a little more and make continue into the building. some of them look over their shoulder at you, and you look down to see if something is wrong with your outfit. when you check to make sure no tags are sticking out and that you haven't worn two different shoes, you just try to shrug it off, tucking your hair behind your ears and tapping your foot anxiously against the linoleum floor.

"okay, he's ready to see you. you know where it is by now, right?"

you blink, nodding, and then you swing your purse over your shoulder to walk over.

there's a game playing in the rec room. they've got banners up for their teams hung on the walls and streamers in different colors, and there's lots of men cheering and whooping in the room. just as you pass by the door, you squeak as you bump right into two laughing men, stumbling a little as they try to right themselves.

"fuck, sorry--" one of them chuckles. you frown a little but try to smile, moving to shimmy past them.

"is that her?"

"who?"

"didn't ya hear? lieutenant bought her off some sort of fucked-up catalog. heard she's real expensive."

you whip around, your lip trembling, and your shoes squeak against the floor as you stare right at them. one of them is smiling from ear-to-ear, and the other is laughing to himself.

"where did you hear that?" you ask.

"everybody knows, love," he winks. "so how much is it for a night? maybe we can do a group rate."

"e-excuse me?" you whisper, and he leans his arm against the wall, trapping you there.

"we heard all about the...program. thought maybe if we asked real nice, maybe we'd even get a discount."

"i don't know what you're talking about," you spit at him. "whatever you think this is, you're wrong. now get out of my way--"

"how much? how much did he fucking pay?"

"oh, mate--mate, you have to stop--" his friend tries to warn him, smacking him on the shoulder, but he glares down at you still, in your face, accusatory.

his face goes from smug to absolutely terrified when he's grabbed from behind. the hand that cages you against the wall is gripped by a gloved hand, twisted at an unnatural angle, and you flinch a little at the sound of his wail when his arm follows it's motion and a sickening pop echoes in the hallway.

his screams are suddenly drowned out by the cheering from the football game. someone scored maybe, but the man underneath simon screams, too, terrified as your husband mounts him like a fucking horse and slams his face against the floor.

it's like watching an artist. he paints his surroundings in flecks of red, the occasional clatter of a tooth falling at their feet, and you tilt your head to the side as you watch simon fist that man's hair and makes him eat whatever that floor is made of. he's in agony--that much is clear, from the way he shakes to the terrified look in his eyes, the pleading he sends your way as he asks for mercy.

when simon lets him go, he collapses onto the ground in a fit of bloody coughs and groans. his arm hangs from his shoulder limply (surely it's been pulled out of its socket), and his face is unrecognizable. you think his eyes were blue, but you can't tell anymore. they're red now, pupils blown wide, and he keeps moaning between broken teeth, "didn't mean it...i'm sorry...i'm sorry..."

simon kneels, leaning over him, and he grips the front of his uniform and pulls him up to sit, making him cry out from the pain. he tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes, and he drops his voice low.

"dunno where ya heard all tha' shit," simon mutters. "ain't true."

"n-no, sir--"

"i didn't say you could fuckin' talk," simon continues. "and if ya do again, i'll make sure ya can't." when he says nothing, simon tsks. "maybe ya wish ya could even afford my wife, mate. but ya can't." he tugs him a little closer. "'m gonna make ya an example. 'm not done with you. you are going to eat a fuckin' bullet from me, mate, but it won't be today. it'll be someday." simon presses his masked mouth to his ear. "but if i hear anyone else repeat wot you said 'ere today, i'll do it sooner. and you should know better than t'run...because i will find ya. wherever ya go." simon jostles him, and you swallow as he cries, trying to pull away, "now say thank you t'my wife. say thank you, because if she wasn't 'ere, i'd put my fuckin' boot in yer mouth--say it!"

"thank you! thank you!"

you simply blink as simon lets him go finally, standing, and as he walks past you, he grabs your hand roughly in his and starts to walk. you look over your shoulder as he tugs you along, and when you look back, you intertwine your fingers with his.

when the door closes behind him, simon slumps in his chair. he grips his mask from the back of the neck and pulls it off, burying his face in his hands. you set your bag down and kneel in front of him, putting your hands over his.

"simon--"

"wot the fuck is wrong with me?"

"simon--"

"i-in...i...i fuckin' lost it--"

you pull his hands off his face gently, cupping his cheeks. the eye-black smears a little around his eyes. there are no tears, but his eyes are watery as he stares into yours. his hands are shaking, and he palms his thighs to keep them steady.

"it's okay, simon," you whisper.

"i didn't want you to see me tha' way," he shakes his head. "violent. aggressive. fuck, i must've terrified you--"

"i'm not scared," you say softly. you smooth your thumbs under his eyes. "no one...no one's ever done anything like that for me before." you meet his eyes, and he leans a little more into your hands, bending low to get closer to you. "maybe he deserved it."

"i would...i would never--"

"shhh," you quiet him gently, shaking your head. "i know. i'm not scared of you."

you lean up, putting your hands on his knees and getting up just enough to get into his lap. you close your eyes as you kiss him softly, hugging him close, soothing him with a soft hand on the back of his head.

"you didn't do anything wrong, simon..."

"it's okay, baby..."

"i love you."

you know it isn't true. you're lying, somewhat, but it doesn't feel like a lie because it feels good. sick of being smaller, sick of being stepped on, sick of letting other people not be held accountable for the things that they do.

just this once maybe, you can let someone bleed. for misunderstanding you. for judging you. for not realizing there is a thing attached to you that bites and tears apart.

the world is a terrible place. and maybe you are simply just owed.

[the1920sinpictures]

1923-24 Fall/Winter shoes from the National Cloak and Suit Company mail order catalog.