What I like most about Mr. H is his air of the guilded age, his gentlemanly nature, and his spiffy white spats. I like spats, 'tis a shame they're not in fashion anymore. I got my dad a pair once to wear with his Dickens' style Christmas caroling outfit, but I don't think he ever wore them. I could steal them back, wear them with patent shoes, and they'd look like two tone button boots. Only men wore spats, but now days, who's to know the difference when a lady wears a pair with an Edwardian dress costume?
