It surprises me to hear about shorter and smaller skirts being fashionable, for ‘twas but yesterday that my father informed myself and my family of the fact that the fashions in Williamsburg call for long, full skirts. In fact, the fuller the better! (A fact that my father advertises at his store in Virginia.) I really can’t imagine being allowed to leave your bedchamber in a gown that reaches above the ankles, as you say. But I suppose there is no one to keep you from it. How very lucky you are! My mother would never allow me to do such a thing. Oh how I would be delighted if I were allowed to run free in breeches. Skirts can be so restricting! I do despise having to ride Penny side-saddle. It is dreadfully dull and also succeeds in keeping Penny at an extremely slow pace! Jumping fences is absolutely out of the question… at the moment Mr. Bill Polar is residing in my bedchamber, as he judeges the town gardeners, so I am forced to retreat to the kitchen.
I hope you are well and happy!