I CAN’T understand why none of the smart fashion magazines has been around to do a feature on me. I can only assume that there has been an awful oversight, and I have worked out some ideas for a really nice long article when they do come.
The first picture shows the family at breakfast, and the caption should be something like this: The Robert Smiths breakfast with their famous informality. Son Joseph is in the Babee-Tenda, son Daniel seated on the step stool at the kitchen table. The gracious Mrs. Robert Paul Smith (the former Miss Elinor Goulding, graduate of P.S. 6) stirs the Publum while the coffee boils over merrily on the range. Mrs. Smith, who is known for the chic informality of her skirts and shirts, likes for early morning wear a gray crinkled cotton skirt with a pristine white T shirt. Mr. Smith squeezes the orange juice in an old pair of tan slacks which he wears with a careless authority. The Smiths’ kitchen combines the smart sleekness of green Formica counter tops with a gay clutter of toys, while the green and white linoleum is brightened up with dashes of ketchup red and deep spinach.
The second picture might show me walking to the village with the children, and the caption might be: Mrs. Smith walks to the village with son Joseph (in the stroller) and son Daniel (under her feet). Always individual, Mrs. Smith prefers to walk on the sidewalk. For an afternoon’s shopping with the children she likes a gray crinkled cotton skirt with a white T shirt. The shirt is enlivened, for afternoon wear, with a dash of Clapp’s Junior Carrot at the shoulder, while the gray skirt sports a bold design of harmonizing Swift’s Strained Beef Liver. One skirt pocket is daringly torn down the side, making the jutting line at the hip that Paris is so mad about this season. Mrs. Smith’s ineffably chic, close-cropped hair, cut with a straight bang across the forehead, looks as though it might have been cut by the little boys’ barber. (It looks that way because it was.) She also wears, with great style, a wrinkled brow. She wonders if she turned off the oven.
The next picture should be something like this: The Robert Smiths, with sons Daniel (on trike) and Joseph (in play pen) enjoy a summer afternoon on the roomy old-fashioned porch of their charming home in Scarsdale, New York. Mrs. Smith (the former Miss Elinor Goulding of Manhattan and the Julia Richman High School) likes Pittsburgh’s Florhide Paint in Pewter Gray for her porch, and for fun-at-home she likes her smartly casual gray crinkled cotton skirt and white T shirt. Here the charming Mrs. Smith expertly wields the 11/2-inch brush, while Mr. Smith (who wears an old pair of tan slacks with his inimitable air of authority) hogs the 3-inch brush. Note the porch of this unusual home, which is placed — for the utmost in summer comfort —outside the house.
The next picture shows a Sunday afternoon in the back yard: Mr. Robert Smith is in the swimming pool set in back of their charming home in Scarsdale, New York, with sons Daniel (standing) and Joseph (on all fours). Mr. Smith wears, with an easy casual authority, an old pair of tan shorts. Daniel and Joseph wear, with a flair, nothing at all. Mrs. Robert Smith (the former Miss Elinor Goulding of New York City and the Interboro Institute of Secretarial Training) gathers in the wash, and loves her gray crinkled cotton skirt and white T shirt. The Smiths like to entertain gay crowds of young people around the pool on hot afternoons. (It’s a cinch they couldn’t do it in a pool 54 inches in diameter.)
Then there might be a picture showing the Smiths entertaining guests in the evening, and I suggest the following caption: Mr. and Mrs. Smith entertain guests in the living room of their charming home in Scarsdale, New York. At the Smith home, where the unexpected prevails, guests sit on chairs or the sofa with a deliciously gay and hilarious informality. Mrs. Robert Smith (the former Miss Elinor Goulding of Manhattan, Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, and Richmond), who is known for her sudden changes of mood in dress, likes for informal evening wear a green crinkled cotton skirt and a yellow T shirt. Her immaculate grooming (she has washed) and the faint perfume of Tabu mingled with Loin Lamb-Chop complete the gracious picture. Who but the Smiths, who are known among their friends for unusual little late suppers, would serve coffee and cake for surprise value?
Mrs. Smith collects antique silver polish and Early American Glass Wax, while Mr. Smith is an avid and devoted collector of mellow old American pine cones and cherry pits.