Restocking the Cabinet

That last post reminded me that it's been a long time since I perused the Vermont Country Store. Last year, I bought a two pack of this for my brother and his gf, but my father forbade me to give it, begging me to keep the family peace. Sometimes Daddy Lethal really can be no fun.
I was contemplating getting him this frightful gift, which sounds like every "adult child"'s therapy session:

but because I fly home, I figured they would be confiscated by airport security, and they didn't deserve to be gripped by Uncle Bill. Regardless of the holiday, the VCS is always on top of fashions, especially the Gibson Girl era. Behold the Hair Rat! You too can re-enact your very own Evelyn Nesbit and Stanford White red velvet swing games, and keep Harry Thaw at bay with Uncle Bill's gripper while you're at it.

Another great thing about the VCS are their illustrations. Saving on real models allows them cram their pages full of stuff and I marvel at such medical conditions as "stained armpits" and "diabetic skin irritations."





And they know their customers. Phooey to the doctor, they say! There's nothing wrong with my eyes, and I don't need new glasses - I just need a few drops:




Of course, if you are like me, you have a cabinet full of such snake oils and are prone to modern day conditions like "wrap rage," for which, thankfully, they have a cure:



Naturally, if you are the type of person who suffers from "wrap rage," you need to be able to drink anywhere. The VCS is here to help!


Note the pills, already popped, and waiting to be washed down. Makes a great two-pack gift with the blur eyedrops!