River Deep, Mountain High

If there is one thing that can be said for trekking through the snow-capped peaks of the Andes then it is that the increased definition in a girl's legs can work wonders for her confidence.

Of course, it is not possible to say just one thing but I think the picture speaks for itself. And yes, Mrs. Rowan, I will soon quiet down about my trip, I promise.

I will not quiet down about the legs though. I wore a mini dress yesterday and onlookers (mostly male, it has to be said) were nearly falling at my feet in their eagerness to get an eyeful. It never ceases to amaze me how men can be absolutely captivated by a pair of pins. Even through 50 denier.

On my way home yesterday I accidentally managed to acquire three new minis, which I would love to share with you here but they are from River Island, who won't let me download pics, so you will just have to take my word on how simply ripping they are. Until I see you, and then you will know!

The mini, and more specifically the tulip mini, is my new obsession. Quite how I will feel when the weather warms up and I have to lose the opaques we will see as and when. But at the moment I am as happy as a clam!

(Images via Asos)

You're pulling my leg

(Image via RVCA)

After feeling positively prudish once you deemed my idea of a short skirt to be entirely decent I was curious as to whether you felt it was possible to go too short. That question hasn't been answered as we are discussing an absence rather than a brief presence but I do feel relieved that you have limits. I might get upset if I ever saw you sans bottom half, even though I wouldn't doubt for a second your ability to carry it off. I know that I find Lady Gaga's apparent allergy to bottoms amusing, but she's like a cartoon character so surely that isn't a double standard.

I am totally in agreement with you, though, if its got a denier rating on the pack it needs something to cover the essentials, surely. I had been wondering if I was developing Victorian sensibilities with my harsh judgements of all the bright young things flashing their smalls at every opportunity. But you are too (though maybe Edwardian in your case!) so I don't feel so bad. I do wish they would just put it all away.

Miss Wasson is a huge disappointment as I had just fallen in love with an RVCA dress of hers. But now that I know she wants to dress people in a way reminiscent of the kinky Nazi lady in 'Allo, 'Allo I will have to reevaluate my burgeoning love.

She's got legs, she knows how to use them...

... she never begs, she knows how to choose them.

In the inimitable words of ZZ Top, naturally. Today I think I have managed quite successfully to prove their point. I have come over to your side for the day and I am wearing a very short dress. Although, when we see each other for lunch you will undoubtedly laugh at how generous the skirt length is in comparison with yours. You are, after all, a girl for whom the question is it a top or is it a dress? is rarely a conundrum. Of course it's a dress!!

And while I think I might quite quickly get into the swing of things I was cursing its brevity this morning. It didn't mix well with Oxford Circus at rush hour, a howling gale and an excessive amount of luggage, but I'm sure I will get over it. As I keep being reminded I am wearing a pretty dress, everything's ok, pretty dress, pretty dress...!