Daughters!
What are we going to do with them?
A 1934 fifteen-year-old thinks she knows everything there is to know about fashion.
Here is what I want my Anne to wear to the Valentine's Day Dance at school...
Don't you love that fuchsia-purple faille taffeta evening frock?
The pale pink sash is so sweet and I know that her father would approve of the ruching around the neckline.
Anne looked as if she were going to cry when she tried it on.
"Mother, you wouldn't!
I look about twelve in it.
Even if a boy asked me to dance if I wore this,
no one would cut in on him, no one."
That dejected look on her face went away when she tried on the one she chose.
At least she had not chosen a black dress but even in pink she immediately assumed such a sophisticated pose and world-weary face.
Where did that hand on the hip stance come from?
Is this my little girl?
Is she really old enough to wear slipper satin?
With that low décolletage?
Will she next think she is old enough to go to nightclubs?
And the most important question of all--
What will her father say?
[Gowns from Vogue magazine, Advance Retail Trade Edition, November 1934]
