For today's list our Delineator corespondent looks at her wardrobe.
My Clothes
To develop enough sales resistance to wave away that "too, too divine" feathery hat which will make me look like an Englishwoman on the Riviera.
To own at least one dress or negligee which makes me feel feminine, clinging, luxurious and slightly wicked.
To wear good clothes, that fit, even if I have to learn to make them myself.
To be firm with myself at the first sign of "doo-dad" disease (the yen to wear all my bracelets, earrings, clips, ect., ect. - at one time).
To wear, always, the kind of underwear I'd be proud to claim as my own after the train wreck- if any.
To face myself critically in a long mirror before I leave the house and deal promptly with yawning plackets, undecided hemlines and skirts that bulge over the derriere.
To risk having runs in my stockings rather than crooked seams due to loose gartering.
To get a lift in time at the shoemaker's when my heels start to run down.
To keep some dark gloves on hand so I'll never be compelled to carry the light pair that's too smudgy to wear.
To get rid of shabby clothes before my economical streak convinces me they're "good enough to wear around mornings."
To tell neither my husband nor my friends what I spend on clothes.
To buy six pairs of silk stockings at one time.
To pay real money for a foundation garment if my figger needs a lift.
To have a tailor press my suits at least once a month.
To sew fasteners in my clothes to keep shoulder straps from slipping.
