She wore a cool muslin that morning - white, with a waving vertical line of brown running through it; also a white linen collar and big straw hat which she had taken from the peg outside the door. The hat rested any way on her yellow brown hair, that waved a little, was heavy, and hung close to her head.
Madame Ratignolle, more careful of her complexion, had twined a gauze veil about her head. She wore dogskin gloves, with gauntlets that protected her wrists. She was dressed in pure white, with a fluffiness of ruffles that became her. The draperies and fluttering things which she wore, suited her rich, luxuriant beauty as a greater severity of line could not have done.
~ from The Awakening by Kate Chopin