I have seen the first crocus, finally, hence Spring is nearly upon us and I've been remiss in recording the dazzling costumes the fashionable young London misses have been sporting this winter. I regret I have no drawings for you, but shall attempt a word-picture.
The watchword this season is Boots, in a great variety of styles: to-wit:
- thigh-high, in the manner of Athos, Porthos and D'Artagnan, yet with the thinnest of spike heels that cause the innocent creatures to slip and slide on the ice in the most alarming manner;
- brightly coloured red or blue knee-high boots, again with the slim spiked-heels, but even less Practical for they have left a great Hole open at the Toes, thus allowing the snow and rain in to soak their stockings (one fears for their health!);
- knitted woollen ones that slop 'round their wearers' ankles to be trodden into the mud side-wise; and finally,
- stout, short black boots with roll-tops to wear their trouser-legs tuck'd in ... alas for the Cause of Sensibility, these are the least oft seen and surely the most Practical.
with love from your sister,
