B l e n d - O - M a t i c

The girl was tall, trim, supple; built like a symphony.
Her Callistan vexto-silk gown, of the newest and most 
violent shade of 'radioactive' green, was phosphorescently 
luminous; fluorescent; gleaming and glowing, its hem swept
the floor, but above the waste it vanished mysteriously
except for wisps which clung to strategic areas here and 
there with no support, apparently, except the personal
magnetism of the wearer...
      --E.E.'Doc' Smith, _First Lensman_