The entire staff at Historiann HQ has been dreaming about a “”54 convertible too, light blue,” while shopping for presents for many of my blog friends. (Sorry, gang–it’s just pictures, not the real thing for you this year! But you don’t need more stuff to clutter up your homes, right?)
For GayProf, here’s a vintage Mego Wonder Woman companion, Major Steve Trevor! (He’s not nearly so handsome as the actor Lyle Waggoner, but then, the Mego WW doll doesn’t really look like Lynda Carter either.) Check out his six pack!
For Tenured Radical, a new pie-baking enthusiast, a great new cookbook–Lynne Rosetto Kasper and Sally Swift’s How to Eat Supper. These recipes look fun, speedy, and tasty.
For Roxie’s moms, these companion cowgirl salt and pepper shakers. (Do you know how difficult it is to find same-sex anthropomorphic salt and pepper shakers? In the course of my research, I’ve found that heteronormativity is strictly enforced in kitschy kitchen condiment dispensers. I think my next book will be called The Epistemology of the Pantry!
I hope Erica (aka Cleanser) at the good old days likes the Snoopy Snow Cone machine I got for her, Buzz, and the kids. It doesn’t snow much where they live now, so I thought they might enjoy saying, “Thanks for the snow cone, Snoopy!”
Knitting Clio might appreciate these patterns for tiny Barbie, Ken, and Skipper-sized matching 1950s-style sweaters.
Ann Bartow at Feminist Law Profs is a vegetarian who really, really digs bacon-themed bibelots. Here you go, Ann–a bacon cake!
Clio Bluestocking might enjoy this Queen-sized margarita machine for the holidays. (Did I mention that it comes with a ticket to Palm Springs and a date with a Peter Lawford lookalike?)
And, for Squadratomagico, I got one of those Russian Cat Circus cats that she could perhaps incorporate into her act one day.
Ok, Santa Baby–you know what Historiann wants, and it’s got a landau top, white sidewalls, and bench seating front and back. I know it’s no good for carpooling or hauling ski gear around and tying Christmas trees to the top–but then, that’s the point, isn’t it?