Dear Ladies:
We have veered from the focus of this column lately, haven’t we? We have to apologize, citing the absence of the usual columnist and our own breathless wonder at discovering the scope and meaning of people’s garments.
The London Season is drawing to a close soon, and we will miss this, even if a regular deadline can prove onerous, especially if one is spending all of one’s evenings viewing the entire fashionable world.
Or the fashionable world entirely in London, that is.
But what we will take away from this is that people’s perceptions of themselves, judging by the clothing they wear, is often wrong. How we wish we could take certain young ladies aside and remind them that clothing need not be a disguise for who they are, but a celebration. Especially if those young ladies are tricked out in patterns designed to give one a headache, or colors definitely not found in nature.
Although if they see themselves as that colorful, perhaps we should let them be.
The Fashionable Foible