Word: hem
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...loose chemise dominated almost all the Paris presentations. Givenchy brought forth a somewhat slimmer and more refined version with hems stopping just two inches below the knees. Dior's Marc Bohan played a variation on the theme, dubbed the Big Droop, while Cardin swooped in with an offbeat bat-winged dress featuring sleeves starting at the hem. Even Courreges, daddy of the mini, decorously draped the knee in this year's designs, threatening to leave mankind with nothing but fond memories of leg-watching...
...best-kept secret of the affair was Anne's gown-a white silk princess-line dress with flowing medieval sleeves. The 15 seamstresses, who made the gown for an off-the-rack fashion house that Anne has long favored over the royal dressmakers, had each sewn into the hem a lock of her hair. Tucked into the bridal bouquet of white roses, lilies of the valley and stephanotis was "something old" -a sprig of myrtle grown on the Isle of Wight from a sprig of Queen Victoria's wedding bouquet-and a bit of white heather for good...
...draft of a pact that he suggested Hammer take back to the U.S. to study. Instead, Hammer flipped through it for 30 seconds and changed just one word, scratching out "draft" and substituting "agreement." Then he signed it and handed it back to Gvishiani. When the Russian began to hem and haw, Hammer asked in mock amazement how the Soviet official could possibly object to signing his own draft. After those theatrics, the agreement was an anticlimax: it is a nebulous "technical cooperation" that commits neither Occidental nor the Soviets to anything except consultations between their experts...
...style and characterization; by contrast, a better writer "won't be bothered with the coolie labor of breaking down unbreakable alibis." Shaffer tries to escape this dilemma by concentrating first on the personal, then the class bitterness between Wyke and Tindle, but the intricacies of his plot hem him in; the bitterness, instead of a motive, seems like an excuse. Characters remain incidental to the contortions of plot...
...some rice pilaf from his plate. For the first time he could remember since junior high his grazing ability failed and he ended up with a snout full of red and white tablecloth. Not wishing to attract attention. Steve continued to munch away until he got to a hem he looked up. The people seated around the now bare table were staring at him. Retaining his composure after a slight telltale blush, he sliced down the seam and severed his connection with his meal, swallowed a mouthful of 99 per cent cotton, licked his chops, smacked his lips, wiped...