It is the bones [of the woman wearing them] that make dresses look wonderful; it is the bones, when they jut out at the right place. There is no perfect size, it is all about the bones in the end. Of course, I remember when everybody was thin. It wasn’t until I went to America in the Sixties that I saw anyone who wasn’t skinny thin.  At the end of the war here, everyone was thin, thin, thin.