I can't remember where I picked up this old knitting pattern book, and I haven't looked at it for ages. I think it must be wartime vintage, judging by the drawings and photographs. The text is hilarious - very jolly and English 'stiff upper lip', with a bit of Joyce Grenfell thrown in.
This very glamorous lady has a faraway look in her eyes - is she dreaming of the gorgeous chap in the next photo, who, by the look of his headgear, is away serving King and Country on the high seas?
It's almost impossible to imagine that any knitting-pattern salesman could persuade me to 'go all frivolous' and knit my own vest and pants. Well, maybe at a stretch to knit them, but wear them?! The blurb even attempts to convince me that no-one would guess I was wearing knitted knickers. I was buttoned into a Liberty Bodice (now there's another oxymoron) as a young girl, and that's about as far as I would be prepared to go on the reinforced underwear front. Thank goodness for central heating!