The FASHION REVIEW

Putaruru Press, Volume VII, Issue 299, 1 August 1929, Page 2

The FASHION REVIEW

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SUZETTE

Hats for Spring. With the “ fickle ” season just round the corner, it is not to be w.v.dered at that the feminine fancy lightly turns to thoughts of hats. One afternoon last week found me at a tennis party, unseasonable perhaps, but immensely enjoyable. While your sportsmen contend that you can’t play two games in the same season and play them well I say (always mentally, of course) fiddle de dee ! When I drove off the first tee yesterday I came nearest to experiencing my greatest thrill since the beginning of the season —the result no doubt of that two hours’ repartee on the hard court. Of course you are waiting to hear about the clothes. I must confess that here was disappointment enough. The usual flannels, cream sweater and • rather old-fashioned straight-pleated skirt met smarter jersey suits with diagonals or modernistic motifs. How my eyes ached for the sight of a flare. Flared skirts are the last word in the sports ■ I world—they are so jaunty and liltI some. ' But if I was chilled in the presence , of so much uniformity I was posi- | tively crushed when it came to hats. Lovely bits of colour were there, sapphire blue, billiard green, Mimosa ! yellow, scarlet, but they might all | have been turned out of the same : mould, these little bonnet shapes , with small mushroom brims and bandeaux of self or contrasting shades. The nimble young thing with tip-tilted nose and chestnut eyes set wide apart would have looked adorable in a jade beret worn over to one side with the right ear exposed. The brunette with the oval face, delicate complexion and long, sensitive nose would have enhanced her beauty 1 twofold with an cff-the-face roll [ brim. The party, however, was a I great success. Everybody had at least two things in common, tennis and hats. All the same the moral is “ go beware of uniformity in clothes rj if you wish to be yourself.” To a r ] woman of spirit there is nothing - I more galling than to meet a replica f j of herself—she feels as colourless 2 I end soulless as one of those semis detached villas the interminable rows e of which hedge in some murky i street. She has lost for the time be- , ing her individuality and that is tragic.

What has spring to say about hats Y “ Styles for types.” The cutaway line at the back realises that it is still desired, the brim remains longer at one side and insists upon arranging itself in pleats, the cut brim rolls itself away from the face as far as possible. A new brim holds itself erect at the back and front, tiara fashion (and is not becoming to everybody), and tricornes are back again after a long banishment. These, however, are for older heads. The newest straw is “ Rosella,” a lovely silken miracle straw. You may sit in your Rosella hat, lie about in it, roll it into a bail and push it into your suit case, yet it will come foith chic and cheery as on the day it was born. But the price ! It is one of those things best forgotten. And now let us get down to trimmings. Worn chiefly on the crown, they give the effect of unstudied simplicity. Velvet is caught by a diamante brooch or a cluster cf velvet leaves. Felt-petaUed flowers inj set in the crown of the smart straw | bound nt the brim with matching ! shades fill the beholder at once with | surprise and delight. As for colours, well, yellow in all i its shades is first favourite, but—a I tip before you rush in to buy—can you wear it? Better a thousand ‘ times tenth favourite if it will best I out the colour in your eyes and hair.