Not a great deal of note has occurred of late, which is why I have not written here for such a while. I have been passing the time in reading and attempting once again to practice my drawing, but I think I will have to admit to a decided lack of skill in the latter and lay my pencil to rest once and for all. There are only so many failed masterpieces that one can endure before being forced to conclude that for the sake of one's dignity that such practices should be left to those better suited to them.

Today saw a break in the routine I had managed to settle into though in the shape of a visit from Mrs. Pinkling for the purpose of conducting the final fitting for my new gown. I really am quite pleased with it, Mother and I for once being in agreement over what does and does not suit me, and I have to admit to being just a little excited over getting the chance to wear it so soon at Margaret Harwood's next week. It is a simple thing really, a subtle emerald shade that I fell in love with immediately upon seeing the sample, and cut in such a way as to be flattering without being too revealing, something which I detest. As for decoration, I allowed some lace round the bodice but put my foot down at the horrors suggested for the sleeves and neckline, and, thankfully for all concerned, both Mother and Mrs. Pinkling decided to listen to me. The result is very pleasing to say the least and I do not think that the overall effect will be unfavourable once shoes and shawl are added. If only I could be so sure of the same regarding the company, I would almost be looking forward to it.