DGF did not pick up on our suggestion to move the Fogg to Allston, but we can’t complain that the skating rink was a bad idea.
Ice skating is an alien activity to southern ladies, but those of us transplanted north find it a delightful way to keep our figures and an excuse to wear cute outfits. I won’t say that we went skating with Drewdie, but I will say that she continues to demonstrate her ability to balance on a fine edge without losing her poise.
Over a few mugs of mulled wine after some mildly strenuous activity involving spinning and gliding, DGF and I dissected some of the finer points of winter footwear.
Miss Grimke: How many pairs of boots should a lady own when she lives up north?
Miss Grimke: Last week I wore my black Bean duck boots, my two-tone La Canadiennes with the sheepskin lining, my brown Rockport hikers, and my shiny back tight-calved high-heeled dominatrixs. And that was on Tuesday.
DGF: I find that my wellies suffice for all occasions.
Miss Grimke: That’s because the world comes to you, and you have a “car,” as they say.
DGF: I need boots to check on the goats and rearrange the Christmas tree branches protecting the perennials.
Miss Grimke: You also need them to wade through the mess that your “critics” emit.
DGF: I find that a sense of humor makes quick work of that.