Let’s ignore, for a second, the jaw-defying “cookies” that
girl is icing in the foreground, and pay attention to the phenomenal coiffure
Mom is sporting in the back. Holy Smokes! It looks like Mama is wearing a drab
olive polyester pantsuit with that giant lapel shirt! Is that a wig? Because I
can’t fathom how long it must take to backcomb that hair to get it that high.
And how come in the Glorious Nineteenseventies people
thought yellow ochre went with avocado and brown? And the kind of aggressively
patterned wallpaper that ought to reserved for the bad boy room at the county
jail?
OK, back to the cookies. Patty is too young and innocent to
know what folks will do with her gifts. It’s just as well. We know.
Homemade Cookies
Cookbook, Better Homes and Gardens, 1975