I remember the envy felt by those who couldn’t reach such giddy heights of consumerism. With hindsight, I’m glad we never had one as my stepmother’s cooking was so awful, no amount of hostess trolly action would have rendered it any more edible - probably reduced it to warm mush. Envy at that time was also felt for Alpine pop deliveries and anything produced by Ronco. My parents did have a Goblin teasmade so it wasn’t all bad (I think that was paid for by Greenshield stamps).
Me too was once an owner of what I ultimately acknowledged as a ' poison' gatherer! A steady warm temp guaranteed to fertilise the trickiest of bugs.
Still, what fashion!
Julie, please don’t denigrate this captivating social history of a domestic technology.
Reading this I found myself feeling quite sorry for Doris. Possibly because that was my Mum’s name!
I remember the envy felt by those who couldn’t reach such giddy heights of consumerism. With hindsight, I’m glad we never had one as my stepmother’s cooking was so awful, no amount of hostess trolly action would have rendered it any more edible - probably reduced it to warm mush. Envy at that time was also felt for Alpine pop deliveries and anything produced by Ronco. My parents did have a Goblin teasmade so it wasn’t all bad (I think that was paid for by Greenshield stamps).
Oh god. You posh tart, Julie. We only ever made it as far up the ladder as an Ecko Warming Drawer.
Hilarious! I totally love your mother.