Go to a thrift store and get some old 1960’s copies of Life and Look magazines to leave lying around.
You need Sinatra. 
And, the Velvet Fog himself, Mel Torme.
Sadly, I have no link. I have only witnessed the egg-penguins as background in 1960s cookbooks and once in real life when one of my volunteers bought them to an exhibit opening. She was sort of stuck permanently in her days of early-1960s hot mama-dom. Now she could have thrown a kickin cocktail party, I bet.
Two words: Bongo Music
Get thee to a Salvation Army to buy an old couch. Probably set you back $50 or so. You could move your current furniture somewhere else and just redo the entire room for probably under $100. Lamps, table, couch and a …ready…**barcalounger.
High ball glasses, martini glasses, retro corning ware…all waiting to be scooped up at a thrift shop.
Yeah, man.
Screw the CD music. It has to be vinyl. The records are easy to come by at the Salvation Army. It’s finding a turn table that works that might be a challenge, but again, SA can come through there, too.
Best part is that you could sell the entire lot on Ebay as a 60’s theme package to off load it on someone else for a local pick up and probably easily recoup your money put into it.
If I were single and living alone or had roomies, I would decorate my pad entirely vintage. Every room from a different era.
It would be sweet.
Here are some egg penguins, about halfway down the page.
Re. the bawdy comedienne – I don’t think it was Rusty Warren. (If it was, she’s really changed her look!)
I’ll call a certain friend tomorrow though and try to sort this out.
Ciao-ciao for now…
And if you see what appears to be a large, faux-mahogany cube-shaped end table, and notice that the top opens, you may have scored a hi-fi.
Oooh, my parents had one of those. In fact, it was two end tables–one of them was the second speaker. I think they actually were mahogany, though. Very fancy. I think there was a radio in it, as well.
I don’t know about the fondue, but you need something in a chafing dish. Maybe coctail weenies or Swedish meatballs.
Sorry, I can’t come up with an I.D. on the bawdy comedienne. OTOH, if you scout around vinyl-carrying and otherwise oddball indie music shops in your area, you might just get lucky and find a time-capsule item along those lines.
This is great stuff, folks. Thank you all.
I think the phantom comedienne is Ruth Wallis.
I just dug my collection of Hawaiian/tropical records out of the pile of stuff coming to college with me to be sure- I have a copy of her “Bahama Mama- for adults only- risque you betcha!” That goes on my wall with the Don Ho and hula-sploitation stuff. I can’t wait to put it back up!
that sounds sort of like Phylis Diller?
You need a cheeze ball, and little sandwiches on that coctail rye bread, I do not remember what actually went into those but I sort of remember them being on the table for that kind of party.
And in How the Grinch Stole Christmas (the movie).
Get some frilly toothpicks, and impale a cube of Spam®, a cube of Velveeta®, and a pimento-stuffed green olive. Betcha can’t eat just one!