You see we've none of us been thinking so much about clothes lately, not many places to wear them. And then we've had no magazines for almost two months, and a terrible lot can happen in the style world during that time. You always think the new styles a bit fantastic at the first of every season, but they never looked so absolutely cock-eyed to me as they did this October.
But, and here comes the postscript. I picked up the same magazines the next night and before I knew it I was seeing myself in one of those draped bosom, unexpectedly up-in-front evening gowns. Then Pat came in to borrow a book to show her tailor how to make three costumes out of her old fur coat and last year's swagger tweed. Now we only have to attend a few exclusive openings and we'll be crying to possess the very clothes we jeered at a few days since. Isn't style ridiculous? And aren't we too?
Thanks a million for the fashions. They are not only good comics but they have bucked up our morale a lot. Do it again some time. Sooner or later a good bit of mail matter percolates through to us and we all hope to hold the fort and stay on here. I find my first war very exciting. The only drawback is that they won't let one call it a war at all. It seems too bad to have all this powder burnt up over a mere emergency.
Too bad you didn't get out in time for it.
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