Care, love and protection

Dear Lorraine

I found your site by chance.I enjoyed it particularly Morag's letter.

I came to London with my family when I was fifteen from Pakistan. My father was very strict and wanted us girls to be fully veiled and not go out alone. But he was told we should go to school and college. Which we did.

But we had to be fully covered. So we were taken to a friend's clothes shop and bought "English" clothes to wear. Jeans and a baggy jumper a calf-length black heavy trench coat.This was double breasted and had a collar that came up to my nose that fastened with straps. A detachable hood was buttoned on to the collar and covered my head. It had a peak that hung down over my eyes. I might as well have worn a veil! Only my eyes showed. I had to wear this all the time in school and college.But I have got to love the feel of security and warmth of gaberdine and still wear it.

Lonni

Dear Lorraine

I wrote to you about my first trenchcoat my father bought me in London. I went through school and then university wearing coats and jackets that covered my head and gloves and baggy trousers.

After the trenchcoat came a duffle coat. It was long and heavy it had a hood. My father's friend fitted an additional flap over the button-up chin-cover that covered my mouth and nose. I wore this through one long warm summer. A new minister came to the mosque. He wanted all the women to wear habib, strict traditional dress. My father said no. But I had to wear a balaclava helmet - a wollen one that covered my face and had slit eye holes under my duffle coat.

Snorkel parka jackets then became more common again. I had several of these, and still wear them. They are bulky and the snorkel hoods totally hide the face.

I also bought some American army nb3 long parkas with deep hoods and wore them when I was a student.

Lonni

Dear Lorraine

My parents arranged for me to meet my future husband when I was twenty one.I was working as a chemist and he was and is a professor in university.On our first meeting I wore a new black ankle length gaberdine trench coat.A ski mask and fine silk scarf over my face.He did not actually see my face until we had met several times.He was a good match and we have fallen in love.

I leave the house for work before him in the mornings he always kisses me before helping me wrap up.he insists start by tying a silk scarf over the bottom of my face and winding it round my head so it covers my forehead and only my eyes are showing.I then often wear a long duffle coat with a deep hood with extra button on face covering panels.On wet days and in the winter I wear a black rubber-coated cotten coat over the duffle coat.This ankle length coat has long sleeves a full length front zip and a deep hood that totally hides the dufflecoat hood.

I find his care love and protection expressed in him dressing me. It is very sexy.

Lonni

Dear Lonni

Thank you so much for your fascinating letters.

I think from the outside the dress discipline you are describing seems just oppressive, and it is very interesting to learn that it has its positive side - and absolutely intriguing to me that you actually find it exciting. Do you think you are unusual in this way, I wonder, or is it part of what it is all about for everybody?

Best wishes

Lorraine