I too had to wear a liberty bodice, but could never , ever have been described as 'delicate'. The odd thing about mine was that, although it did not open down the front (went on over my head) it still had the rubber buttons ...presumably as decoration (!).
I also remember the fruit and veg guy coming with his horse and cart twice a week and, no one believes this, an ice cream man who travelled around by horse and cart too. Presumably he had a block of ice to store the ice cream in, but of course I never enquired. I was always hoping that the horse would wee and one day , it did. Made my day. Told you I wasn't delicate!