Reverie in Regent Street
How very seldom one sees women nowadays dressed in really bad taste. A lot of them dress badly. and some of them dress eccentrically; but the major excesses—the clashing colours, the vulgar bedizenments—which I seem to remember from my early youth belong, like it, to the past. Presumably this is because they buy almost all their clothes ready-made, and the people who design them follow a fashion whose architects in Paris and in London, though well prepared to epater, are careful not to offend the eye. I suppose this is a good thing, but it would make a nice change to glimpse one of those visions in electric blue furbelows, with a touch of heliotrope at the throat and wrists, that one used to see alight- ing from the earliest charabancs on public holidays. Today this sort of aberration survives only in the ghastly American- style shirts and ties worn by ghastly young men.
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