Sometimes, especially when standing on a stuffed-to-the-gills A train which came 15 minutes later than it was supposed to, I can't help but fantasize about what it would be like to be a moneyed regency heroine. Beautiful dresses, horse drawn carriages, balls, buckets of tea in pretty cups (in general, I think we should install tea time into our afternoon schedule), handsome, wealthy suitors with delightful British accents...And, then, I always come to the conclusion that I would, in fact, be a rather poor excuse for a regency heroine:

- I can't play the piano. Though I took lessons as a kid, I never had the patience to practice.

- I most certainly cannot sing...woe for the unfortunate 19th century dinner party guests.

- I'm nearly blind without my contacts, and hate wearing glasses in public (which would make it rather difficult to see said handsome suitors).

- I'm a rather unfortunate dancer. Last week, while on vacation, I tried to take a Zumba® class with my mom and sisters (sort of an aerobic/dance class) and I think the instructor may have felt sorry for me.

- Also, I still haven't found a regency romance with the heroine named "Amanda", although I would be delighted if anyone could think of one I've missed!

Oh well, Elizabeth Bennet I am not, but I suppose it's lucky I have plenty of reading material on hand with fabulous, smart, and multi-talented heroines (who always, invariably know how to dance while making witty conversation). In fact, this month I think I shall pick up Elizabeth Boyle's latest HOW I MET MY COUNTESS.

Also, I'm sure we've linked to this before, but you can create yourself as a regency heroine.