Lady on the upper left looks a bit old to be shopping at Juniors, doesn't she? Unless she's shopping for her tiny backup clone. Back then all ladies of a certain class carried around a thumb-drive version of themselves, just to backup the day's data.
Don't know what they're laughing about, but the one on the far left thinks they really shouldn't talk about their husbands like that. If she had one, she wouldn't.
The green thing has an "Acetate Taffeta" lining, which sounded modern and scientific at the time, but now sounds like "will give off poison fumes if you drop a cigarette on it."