Sorry I missed my blog on Monday, but I have a good excuse. My husband is in the hospital with pneumonia! With luck he’ll be home for Christmas.

I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday season.

This Christmas is exceptionally busy–and not with Christmas things! So I haven’t even been Christmas shopping yet. So today I went looking for an old Christmas posting and I found one!

Last week I was dreaming about shopping in Mayfair and it seems in 2011 I was dreaming about shopping in Regency England (I do a lot of dreaming, apparently).

Here’s what I said I’d purchase for my family and friends back then. Seems just as good to me now….If the year were 1819 and I was shopping in London.

If in Regency England, first place I’d go would be to the mall–The Burlington Arcade, I mean.

The Burlington Arcade is a covered shopping area behind Bond Street on what was formerly the garden of Burlington House. Lord George Cavendish, younger brother of the Duke of Devonshire owned Burlington House and wanted to do something to prevent ruffians from throwing trash and oyster shells into his garden. He hired architect Same Ware to design the arcade which had spaces for 72 enclosed shops. The arcade opened in 1819 and was an instant success. It is still the place to go for fashionable shopping in London.

On my London trip this September 2014, I walked through the Arcade and glanced at the windows of all the lovely shops still doing a thriving business.

I also used the Burlington Arcade in my 2012 book, A Not So Respectable Gentleman. Leo, the hero and brother of the Diamonds of Wellbourne Manor, runs into the Burlington Arcade to escape the bad guys….

If I can’t find all the gifts in the Burlington Arcade, I can shop at a department store–Harding Howell and Co, which sells everything from lace and every kind of haberdashery, but also jewelry, watches, clocks, perfumery and more. Harding Howell and Co. was opened in 1807 in Pall Mall, but it closed in 1820, so I couldn’t visit it on my recent trip.

I have a list to follow of what I’m looking for. (In 1819, I was organized; not so much now.)

Dear Husband: He likes gizmos. And he loves clocks. I think I’ll buy him a French clock. But he’d like a gizmo toy, too, like some kind of automaton.

Dear Daughter: She’s a music lover. I might buy her the latest piano sheet music from the music seller in the arcade although guitar is her instrument of choice. Maybe she’d play the harp in the Regency.

Dear Son: He’d probably want the latest in dueling pistols. Or the best hunting whip, although in today’s world, his shooting would be confined to video games and his vehicle accessory would probably be a GPS or cell phone holder.

Dear Daughter-in-law: (she wasn’t on that 2011 list, but I must add her now) She is an artist, so I would purchase art supplies from Thomas Hewlett Oil and Colourman near the Egyptian Hall, like Jack did in Gallant Officer, Forbidden Lady.

Dearest Grandson!: (also not on the 2011 list – he’s only 17 mos. old, after all) Grandson loves cars and trucks, so I suppose in 1819, he might like a toy horse and carriage from Mr. Hamley’s toy store on High Holburn Street, the toy store where Anna and Brent bought toys for Brent’s children in Born To Scandal.

Dear Sisters: for one I’ll have to go to Jermyn Street and buy her some fragrance from Floris (where she and I shopped this past September!). The other might like a pretty new bonnet–I’d get her a Yorkshire terrier puppy (she has 3 already) but the breed won’t exist for a few years yet.

Dear Friends: Oh, I know what I’d buy them. BOOKS!!! Perhaps in 1819, I’d buy them two books in one. Northanger Abbey and Persuasion, published in 1818. Sadly the author died in 1817, but she is our favorite author.

What gifts would you buy for friends and family if you were shopping in Regency England?

And, are you as ill-prepared as I am this year?

Well, not ALL is well, because Risky Regencies is bidding a fond adieu to Megan and Myretta, who both are needing to put their energies elsewhere in their busy lives. We will miss them terribly. It is not really a goodbye, though, because we can find them on Twitter and Facebook and their own websites. Who knows? We might even be able to entice them back for some guest posts. We wish them all the best!

But one good thing is that my dh, who spent Christmas in the hospital, came home the day after and is feeling pretty good. He had a horrible Christmas, but the rest of us made the best of a bad situation and managed to have some nice moments, like watching my 18 month old grandson open presents.

Amazingly now at home the dh is up and around, so I don’t have to reenact this scene:

I’m so glad I only live in Regency times in my imagination! In reality, during Regency times, there was no knowledge of bacteria, no penicillin or other antibiotics. My husband would have been tended at home and the treatment would have been bleeding, warm baths and purgatives (laxatives – ick!). In all likelihood he would not have survived.

He probably won’t be well enough for us to go out celebrating on New Year’s Eve, but, then, we never go out on New Year’s Eve. We stay at home and treat it like a regular night. This year, though, I’ll be saying a grateful prayer that the dh is home and well. I’d even be willing to read to him, if he could stand it!

Has illness ever spoiled a holiday for you?

So sorry to have missed blogging Monday! I injured my back lifting up the cutest grandson EVER one too many times (but who could resist?). I’ve spent two days sleeping off the Flexaril.

Here is my new bookcover! Bound by Duty hits bookstore shelves on March 17 and will be available as an ebook on April 1

I should be back to new by next week!