Style as we know it: going as the fish course

I don't know who is responsible for this, but if I were to allow my educated guess - the raglan shoulder and its easy collar, the neck-line and subtleties of the T, the sandals - to narrow it down, I'd be changing my subject, which is what an enviably comfy and hearten-ingly pretty way this is to dress, for checking into a hospital on a gorgeous Spring weekend, for an i-v drip and a raft of ultrasounds. One always likes, I think, not to carry paradox so far as to be construed as mocking; but where blithe and lovely, in particular, are to be under pressure, a little private reservation of panache can be indulged to nobody's affront. I don't think I could see dressing this way for a garden lunch, for fear of risking competi-tion with the host setting, if not the sea bass, itself; and yet, I suppose this is the idea. Spring fashion strikes me as one of those cases, where congruency commonly verges upon the incongruous: infelicitous, tautological, but prevalent, of course.