If you will, please allow me a correspondence in which I can boast “a little” about my dear, dear daughters. As you all know, my eldest daughters, Lizzy and Jane, are lovely. But they are entirely too ensconced in their little world of zombies and the men who enjoy slaying them (the zombies, not the daughters. Ha! Ha!) So today I’d like to speak about my two youngest: Kitty and Lydia.
Rarely is a mother so blessed with the ability to allow their daughters to “roam free” without worrying that they will find themselves in a pile of wilted leaves, the curse of the plague upon them, and their every hope of marrying dashed to a thousand undead pieces! But no, not only are Kitty and Lydia quite equipped to ward of even the most terrifying undead, but they are also adept at attracting some very living (and very handsome) men!
I simply couldn’t help but have a mombie “moment of pride”—and share these paintings of Kitty and Lydia in Meryton Village. They were so rosy-cheeked and witty that I dare say their presence tempted every dashing naval officer—living and undead—in all of Hertfordshire.