Now for the fellas - they too weren't forgotten in 1968 Australian womens' magazine land. Sorry Franzy, I wasn't given a 1968 Playboy: my sister-in-law assumed (correctly) that Barbarella B-grade boobies weren't likely to interest me. Sorry about that.
Still, there was some pretty groovy gear to get into:
Whoah, hold me back..... English cricketer Colin Cowdrey is on the left; yes the one with the Rainman pants in a delightful maroon. He told Sally Baker's column that he'd travelled over 150,000 miles on his cricket trips and needed a lot of pairs of slim-silhoutte sporting trousers. He liked these so much that he ordered a dozen pairs. As soon as he slipped on his favoured 'bronzed buckskins' lucky Mrs Cowdrey would easily pick up the sexy signals he was sending......
The Sean Connery lookalike on the right was apparently sporting the ONLY men's outfit chosen by Fibremakers Australia to exhibit at the Frankfurt International fair. We can only hope that those massive white canoes on his feet were an indicator of his other talents....
For chillier occasions, sunshine yellow fisherman's rib jumpers from Emu (the brand, not the feathers, presumably) were the go, especially if they matched your girlfriend's. It was such a flattering tone for everyone and he looked particularly thrilled to be wearing it.
And the craft pages weren't just for baby shawls, cotton carry all or Hostess aprons, oh no. Men too, were 'treated' to some wonderful and useful gear. Who wouldn't have wanted a 'Sir' tie, crocheted by their loved one?
And if you happened to have had an unfortunate incident with a razor and didn't want unsightly bleeding to ruin the enviable entry you'd be making in your snazzy new neckpiece, then these new invisible Band Aids would have been the ideal solution:
I'm off now to try and crochet Love Chunks a tie. After all, he is a "man who likes nothing but the best." I'll be sure to pop on my Hostess apron first though, to keep off any mess.