You'd think that the indigestion and stomach upset that accompanies eating Spam canned luncheon meat would be an adequate souvenir of your Spam experience. But the folks at Hormel thought that their customers would like a more constant reminder by enticing them to wear Spam sweatshirts and accessories and using Spam kitchen gadgets from the Spam catalog. I'm guessing from the fried, poofy perms and mom jeans that this is late '80s, early '90s. The golden age of Spam, perhaps?
Flashback: Spam Gift Catalog