The FASHION REVIEW

Putaruru Press, Volume VII, Issue 289, 23 May 1929, Page 2

The FASHION REVIEW

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THE TWD-TBHE EFFECT.

Indications are that the golf season is in full swing. Last night Jones, excellent husband and father, enticed Brown, his guest, to the billiard room after dinner and kept him there for two hours while demonstrating his (Jones’) slice at No. 9, pull at No. 10, gruesome experience in the Devil’s Punch Bowl at No. 11. Mrs. Jones, best of wives and mothers, carried off Mrs. Brown for a similar period to her bedroom, there to display the newly-arrived golfing outfit. Bobby Jones, aetat 6, in Primer 1, was in bed nursing vengeance and a number of smarts for having dared to kick the bathroom door while repeating “ foul womun ” many times i after he’d been requested to cease; , “ foul womun ” denoting “ teacher,” I who had confiscated his good .lew “ Krofiite ” at precisely three seconds to three.

While one’s sympathy is with the delinquent Bobby, our interest ranges itself round his mother's bedroom and the golfing outfit. The skirt is of a beige wool—the locknit stitch—with an elastic band at the waist and three large pleats at each side. The pleats tend to make it look rather a weighty affair. In reality it is as light as thistledown. Its consort is the new lumber jacket, reminiscent of “ back woodsmen ” and “ open spaces.” However, it is a gorgeous affair—representative of the fall of the year. Brown, crimson, gold and purple and black diagonals race across it in a series of zigzags except where they are interrupted by hip band, cuffs, frontispiece and collar of plain beige. One crimson button closes the flap of each capacious pocket, and a sharply. defined row fasten the jacket from neck to hip. Russet stockings and ankle boots of soft leather in the came shade, the boot-tops are rolled over, socklet fashion, the wide intervening space laced with red cord with tasselled ends—complete this out-of-doors ensemble.

Mrs. .Tones, who is a' brunette with dark eyes, is convinced that this must help her to reduce her handicon. She has our sincere good wishes.

A word about socklets. Of course you’ve seen them, but some of you may be a little puzzled as to their utility. They have evolved from the tennis sock which is worn rolled over the ankle. Undoubtedly they will keep chilly toes warm on frosty mornings; but it is the knee glove, or gaiter, that will be a real protection against street splashes and draughty corridors. One must needs be careful not to remain in a cold temperature after removing them. The Peplum and its Variations. Peplum—this has a quaintly anatomical sound—it isn’t an internal organ—it’s a hip yoke. If you want to look really smart have one on your next frock. It may be a wide swathe over the right hip with a vanishing point on the left. It may be tied in a wide sash bow at the fi'ont, at the side, at the back. Pleats, flares, cascades of drapery may escape from beneath it. It’s exceedingly chic—for the lissom. Here is a promise for spring.

something to dream about when fingers are numb and skies leaden. We are going to wear gingham again, like our Victorian grandmothers—prim ' little checks and dainty flower sprigs, and in such charming colourings: apple green and daffodil, peach blossom and crocus. At garden parties and races we shall emerge in coats of chiffon i in gorgeous flower prints, or in lace ( and georgette, marv of which will have the two-tone theme. Spring is a long way off; but it i will surely come. "