Penelope Goes Shopping

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXII, 24 November 1938, Page 2

Penelope Goes Shopping

i You’ll never guess where I’ve been I this week! Why, behind the scenes in one of our busiest stores, where the , most exciting goods were waiting to be unpacked for the Christmas trade, and through their delightful toy department. which was not quite finished at that time. Oh. but you should just see the wonderful range of toys, the lovely baby dolls, the soft ducks and rabbits and Teddy bears beloved of childhood, and the cute mechanical toys. One which was particularly amusing ! was a rabbit in a car which he was 1 learning to back. Round and round : went the car when it was wound up, ■ and then suddenly, up it would go on | its two back wheels, the while the rabbit looked this way and that in alarm. A small boy and his father would ' chuckle over this for hours. Sf. Sf. Then there was a toy telephone. On the base below the dial was the photograph of a woman talking into a telephone. and when you dialled a number and pressed a lever in the receiver, the photograph somehow sprang to lue and ’•ou could see the woman’s mouth mov- | ing and her eyes blinking as she i answered your cal] ** * * I was pleased to see some attractive ' Maori dolls amongst other things. Last, year an overseas visitor who is collecting dolls of every country for her small daughter, complained that she was unable to purchase a Maori doll anywhere in New Zealand. This particular firm was enterprising enough to have some made specially, and really, they are the quaintest things, even to their tattooed chins. ** * * Of course I haven’t room to tell you , about everything I saw. but I simply must describe the darlingest brown bear you ever saw. He was a very large bear, and the most cuddlesome thing that veer was. I hugged him close and didn’t like parting with him. to tell you the truth. The lucky child who gets Brown Bear will have a companion for life. ** * * You must forgive me if my thoughts seem to centre on Christmas, but how can I help it. with the shops already j enticing me with their window displays. In one I saw the most mundane article® I attractively packed in cellophane, and j with a touch of holly or a piece of silk 1 ribbon, made to look just what every woman wants There were tea-towels ■ and pillow cases (lovely presents for aunts and mothers-in-law) looking so fresh and crisp in their cellophane wrappings, and from those you could work up through breakfast cloths towels and table cloths to blankets—blankets, mind you—and lovely fluffy tugs in pastel shades. The answer to the coiffure's prayer i this summer is a pixie cap. without j which no summer or holiday wardrobe j will be complete. They are fascinating things, these pixie caps, and you can i get them in a wide variety of plain | shades, or if you feel in a dashing j i mood, there's sure to be a gaily striped j ( model to suit you. For the beach or i. for motoring, these quaint little caps j J are ideal, and really. I flatter myself \, that even I look rather well in one. which says a lot for the caps!