ONCE UPON a time there was a small girl, and all her thoughts were set upon becoming a woman. She listened a lot and learned a little but there were some important questions still bothering her. She decided to ask her mother for the answer. She would be bound to know for she was very, very wise…
“Mama,” she said, “ what is fashion? “
“ Fashion is a flirt, seeming fickle but faithful at heart. Understand her, study her tricks, and she’s an exiting friends. Fashion often wear last year’s hat ---back to front. “
“Mama, “ she said, “ what is elegance? “
“ Elegance is born of beauty matched with taste. Simplicity worn with grace. Elegance may be a plain woman in a cheap dress. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is taste? “
“ Taste is an awareness of excellence. An appreciation of the fitness of things. Taste admits of nothing false or unnecessary. Taste never wears a crinkled veil. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is spring? “
“ spring is starting afresh. Spring is new magic everyday, given away free. Spring casts off the old love and runs to meet her new love …or buys a hat with flowers on it to make her husband notice. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is a panache? “
“ panache is a braggart with a flair for colour. She keeps on good terms with elegance, and loves to wear a feather in her cap. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is love ? “
“ Love is a dream and a reality. She’s elusive and her name is taken in vain. She’s less than perfect, as strong as the elements and weak as a woman. She buttons herself up well --- wears a pretty shoe and 12 denier stockings. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is romance? “
“ Romance is love’s poor relations --- she lives above her means and she hasn’t a conscience. She’s gay and has tendency to scarlet…. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is quality ? “
“ Quality is the best of everything. Quality never cheats, she wears well --- her greatest beauty comes in her old age. Quality fancies herself in fine leather and hand-woven wool, in pure silks and long French gloves. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is extravagance? “
“ Extravagance is an enemy, a week woman with silly face. She likes to think of generously as a near relation. She grows fatter and fatter and her expensive corsets don’t do any good at all. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is charm? “
“ Charm can’t be bought. She only visits when tolerance and understanding have been to call. She has a leaning towards buttons and bows and must be told firmly not to wear lace at the throat always. “
“Mama,” she said, “ what is fashion? “
“ Fashion is a flirt, seeming fickle but faithful at heart. Understand her, study her tricks, and she’s an exiting friends. Fashion often wear last year’s hat ---back to front. “
“Mama, “ she said, “ what is elegance? “
“ Elegance is born of beauty matched with taste. Simplicity worn with grace. Elegance may be a plain woman in a cheap dress. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is taste? “
“ Taste is an awareness of excellence. An appreciation of the fitness of things. Taste admits of nothing false or unnecessary. Taste never wears a crinkled veil. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is spring? “
“ spring is starting afresh. Spring is new magic everyday, given away free. Spring casts off the old love and runs to meet her new love …or buys a hat with flowers on it to make her husband notice. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is a panache? “
“ panache is a braggart with a flair for colour. She keeps on good terms with elegance, and loves to wear a feather in her cap. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is love ? “
“ Love is a dream and a reality. She’s elusive and her name is taken in vain. She’s less than perfect, as strong as the elements and weak as a woman. She buttons herself up well --- wears a pretty shoe and 12 denier stockings. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is romance? “
“ Romance is love’s poor relations --- she lives above her means and she hasn’t a conscience. She’s gay and has tendency to scarlet…. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is quality ? “
“ Quality is the best of everything. Quality never cheats, she wears well --- her greatest beauty comes in her old age. Quality fancies herself in fine leather and hand-woven wool, in pure silks and long French gloves. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is extravagance? “
“ Extravagance is an enemy, a week woman with silly face. She likes to think of generously as a near relation. She grows fatter and fatter and her expensive corsets don’t do any good at all. “
“ Mama, “ she said, “ what is charm? “
“ Charm can’t be bought. She only visits when tolerance and understanding have been to call. She has a leaning towards buttons and bows and must be told firmly not to wear lace at the throat always. “
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