The Sleek Feel of Satin

I wish I owned satin nightwear of Arnel triacetate and nylon with elbow-length sleeves, self-tie sash, contrast trim, two waist pockets and an elastic waistband. Le Sigh.
Courtesy of the 1979 Sears Wishbook.
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August 20, 2008
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rollerkaty (Who am I?)
Category: 1979, Advertisements, Wordless Wednesday

I wish I owned satin nightwear of Arnel triacetate and nylon with elbow-length sleeves, self-tie sash, contrast trim, two waist pockets and an elastic waistband. Le Sigh.
Courtesy of the 1979 Sears Wishbook.
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August 20th, 2008 at 2:48 pm
Just think of how you’d slide out of your bed….
August 20th, 2008 at 5:22 pm
[...] RollerKaty offers forth this selection from 1979. I like the “family portrait” at far left. The pose is so natural and believeable. The gentleman in the main photo looks like he is ready for a strange boxing match. Isn’t there something just a little wrong about that? [...]
August 21st, 2008 at 11:26 am
I used to wear track shorts (not satin) like the guy on the right is wearing. I’m sure mine were polyester. But I loved my track shorts with the rounded edges that met up with a straight line up to the waist.
If I recall correctly, I had many different colors to coordinate with my T-shirts.
August 21st, 2008 at 12:40 pm
Hey pop on over to my blog for a special surprise today just for you…it isn’t a satin robe, but I try.
August 21st, 2008 at 2:45 pm
Rollergirl, you need to write the screenplay for Rainn Wilson’s next starring feature, “Strange Boxing Match”. After all, satin is perfect for boxing; the blood washes right out with no need for extra detergent or bleach.
August 21st, 2008 at 7:27 pm
Those are awesome! I wonder if they come in purple?
August 24th, 2008 at 3:19 am
This is a great ad! I love old retro ads a lot, and love writing about them. Your commentary is perfect!
August 24th, 2008 at 9:37 am
I didn’t have the silk, but the Sears Wish Book was always the best part of the fall. I’d jump right (of course) to the back three quarters, which was filled with every toy imaginable and start checking off what I wanted for Christmas. Eventually, my brother and I had to figure out a way to distinguish what each of us wanted, though I suppose anyone who knew us could easily guess who chose what.