Leafing idly -- the catalogue came in the mail.
"Modern styles," proclaims the description of a coat with dolman sleeves, a belt that passes through a slit, leaving the back loose.
Hmm, I thought. That looks rather like the coats Auntie Gladys used to make. This was back in the nineteen-fifties when, as a tiny girl, I admired the talents of my seamstress aunt who had worked in the GWG factory.
Modern seems to go on and on, as by definition, it must.
Yet there was post-modernism too, though possibly the term was not used in fashion; just in academia.
Is that over yet, I wonder. One hears so little of it now.
And if it is, what has replaced it? Post-post-modernism? Or are we back to modernism again?
As we should be, perhaps. After all, most things in life are cyclic.