The best colour in the whole world is the one that looks good on you.
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The best colour in the whole world is the one that looks good on you.
Negligee. The thing you hopefully buy when you first get married and which you wish you could return when you eyes encounter it crowding your closet while you grab for your workclothes year in and out.
The frustration caused by a stuck zipper is indescribable. Learn to repair zippers. You will save time, nerves, and money.
Sabina's initial inner revolt against Communism was aesthetic rather than ethical in character. What repelled her was not nearly so much the ugliness of the Communist world (ruined castles transformed into cow sheds) as the mask of beauty it tried to wear, in other words, Communist kitsch.
I imposed black; it still going strong today, for black wipes out everything else around.
I hate pockets in trousers. By the way, I do not wear a hose. My hose is my own. No Coke bottle, nothing stuffed down there.
I was the one who changed, it wasn't fashion. I was the one who was in fashion.
I dress to kill, but tastefully.
My head-dress was a bugle-band like the border to my gown, and a flower of Mrs Tilson's. I depended upon hearing something of the evening from Mr. W. k., and am very well satisfied with his notice of me, "a pleasing looking young woman", that must do; one cannot pretend to anything better now; thankful to have it continued a few years longer!
A woman's dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.