STITCHCRAFT had higher production values than most in the 1930's yet remains a profoundly depressing read. It is suffused with a typically British gentility that forbids energy, passion or the consequences of ideas. Its sole purpose seems to be to keep the women of the period (of a certain class) occupied with something seemly and verging on the artistic.

The rich hilarity inherent in these pictures can only be appreciated when the entire volume (I have three from the thirties) is in your lap. You realise that everything proposed within the pages of STITCHCRAFT is made from linked stitches of wool - no matter what the garment - from underwear to the Hat.


Most ludicrous is the SWIM WEAR which has never been in contact with water, and has never concealed abrasive pockets of sand.


There is nothing more depressing than the phrase "Special Swim Wear Issue" unless it is "Dinner with Portillo".