This is undoubtedly the first of MANY posts that will feature prints from my favorite retro art/ad site, Plan 59.

If space were indeed filled with floating, fluffy biscuits, I would become an astronaut without hesitation.

(Why they fail to equip this little girl with a proper space helmet is beyond me…don’t girls need to breathe too? Oh wait…it was the 50’s).

And here’s what it’s like in space (Mars, to be exact) WITHOUT biscuits. Not so blissful anymore, eh? My guess is that the Methane and Argon in the Martian atmosphere do not support biscuit life. Biscuits thrive only in monochromatic sky blue dimensions of outer space, clearly.

Ah, Plan 59, you brighten my days.