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You'll all be wanting a black satin dress. They always look sophisticated and gay and do you good service in a practical way, too. (Always wear a good foundation garment under satin. Even the slimmest of you.) Jean's frock has a slit in the skirt and a knife-pleated frill round the throat and two white satin roses. The hat is black velvet, decorated with small rhinestones.
If you want to stretch out a wardrobe to look bigger than it is, there's nothing like a couple of tunics to help you. Here's a very gay type of tunic — modelled after an artist's smock in brown and green, with a brown fringed scarf to tuck in at the neck. The hat — an exaggerated beret, stitched on top — has won our heart completely. Isn't it mischievous looking?
Jean's clothes have very many exciting, 1935-ish points
I nodded, wondering. This was Jean, the artist, speaking, the same little girl whose posters and other drawings have won more prizes than ever Pulitzer can count. "That," she was saying, "is why every woman needs a 'try-out' each season to find just what the new fashions do for her. This is ours.
"Now with me, I'm short. I could no more feel comfortable in one of these latest swooping fur collars than I could in a steel jacket. It would bury me. But how I do love long, soft, clinging things and skirts that swish around your ankles."
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An out-and-out romanticist, this girl, without any of the sticky sentimental trimmings. And that, I discovered later, was exactly the feeling of everything she bought. There wasn't a costume that wouldn't make a boy wish for a guitar and moonlight, but they had a definite crispness about them as if they knew where they were going, each and every one. And suddenly I was remembering a little Jean who'd had the courage to work her way j through school, who, at the same time, was so steeped in romance she could secretly love a boy for three years — and afterwards cling to him (Continued on page 101)