This is the shoddiest time of the year for the whole world. Even prim and precise Dame Nature isn't quite up to standard. Her gown of snow-white is growing sadly out of season. She knows it is still a bit too early to don her grassgreen frocks, and flower trimmed creations, so she goes about garbed in the grimy gray that was once her snow-white gown. The rest of us feel the same way about our winter clothes, but we are such copy cats that we are afraid to wear our spring dresses until Nature takes the lead by putting on her's. We wear our coats over our shoddiness and plan lovely bouffant taffetas to wear a little later.