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As I am a very active person, I am never comfortable in fussy clothes. Severe L plainness is better for my needs.
I always try to select just such clothes that will give freedom in active out-door pursuits and yet do not appear too severe or mascuHne.
Moreover, I like my clothes to fit snugly, and I even have heavy weights sewn in the hemlines of. my dresses to achieve the svelte body line.
I like hats that can be pulled on and off without the aid of a mirror. I wear berets in the daytime. Soft hats, that shape to the head, I reserve for more formal wear.
I have never owned a pair of high-heeled slippers. They are too uncomfortable for walking, and as I prefer to use my own footpower in going around I choose slippers with medium heels. I usually have my slippers made with a grosgrain ribbon bow across the instep. I think it gives a flattering effect to the foot.
In gloves I prefer the sport type of pigskin. For more dressy wear I use the wrist-length chamois gloves, with no trimmings.
Much to my embarrassment, I am a perpetual glove-loset. My right glove has a way of slipping out of my purse, for I never wear it. My left glove always remains safely on my hand.
A favourite pastime of mine is to dress in clothes that bring out — what I like to call “my make-believe.” I remember distinctly how this helped me to pass the days when my shopping tours were few and far between. I created different moods by my clothes.
If I wanted to achieve a feeling of wistfulness, I wore blue from head to foot.
Once I assumed the role of a misunderstood young lady with such successful results that I found myself showered with attention from people who strove to lift me from my pensive mood.
Another time I became a sorrowing young widow all in black, and I received glances of sympathy from strangers who pictured me as a bereaved young thing.
Left :
Nonchalant
^ browfi velveteen swagger ensemble worn with blue hand knit sweater blouse from the personal wardrobe of Joan Crawford. Above : A delightful evening gown with feathers, frills, and spots predominating.
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