A Royal Tea Party

No time to blog today.  The Princess and I are taking tea as we watch the wedding of the century.  The Prince accompanied us for awhile, but quickly got bored and headed outside to ride the royal tricycle.











The Tea Party

I have never been much of a girly girl. I enjoy nice clothes and make up, but I’m not primpy or frilly, I don’t know how to sew and none of these things have ever bothered me.  And I can proudly say that I have never once in all my life jumped up and down squealing and crying over a celebrity (although had I had a personal encounter with John Travolta in high school I might have swooned a little…and fainted…).

But there is one thing that brings out the frill that lays buried deep inside.  It is the one thing that makes me happy to pull out an apron and want to sip Shirley Temple’s while skipping about my kitchen.

A tea party.  Commence to girl squealing now!

I threw a tea party over the weekend and it was all sorts of frilly.  There were flowers and lace.  We noshed on such dishes as Caramalized Pear, Roasted Walnut and Bleu Cheese Quiche and Lavendar Tea Cakes.  There were Spinach-Basil Scones and Martha Washington Petite Cakes, Roasted Turkey and Avacado finger sandwiches and Cinnamon Plum Tea.  Oh it was yummy and girly and fun, fun, fun.

I’m giggling.  Right now.  Giggling like a little girl.

The pictures to follow will show you why.  If you’re a girl, you will likely breathe a small sigh and smile.  If you’re a dude, you’ll probably feel sorry for Lee as you imagine him being forced to sample all the lovely cuisine.  (He does have to sample it all.  And he doesn’t like it.  Hmph…)

Enjoy.  You may want to grab a napkin as drooling is quite the possibility.


The Centerpiece

The Centerpiece

I know.  Makes you want to weep...

I know. Makes you want to weep...


See how happy they are?

See how happy they are?


Even my own little tomboy got to come along. I'm raising a second generation tea party addict.  No politics allowed!

Even my own little tomboy got to come along. I'm raising a second generation tea party addict. No politics allowed!

How was your weekend?

Moving Forward

Well, Tia’s hair still looks awful this morning.  You were all so kind in your comments about her “fixed” hair, and I appreciate your sweetness, but it really does not look good.  In a couple of months, when the right side has grown out a little, I think it will be a little cuter. 

I have attempted little-bitty ponytails today, which require massive amounts of hairspray and barretts to hold back the super short hair on the right side of her head.  I keep telling her she looks beautiful and she really is a doll, but that hair – oh my…

A friend and I are throwing a Mother’s Day (a week late) tea party on Sunday so I’m ramping up for a few days of baking.  Orange Cream Scones, fresh Strawberry and Lemon Curd, Fruit Salad with Spiced Syrup, Watermelon-Feta Salad, Spinach Tartlets with Cream Cheese Crust…who’s hungry?  And those are just the things I’m making – you should see my friend’s half of the menu. 

I love tea parties.  I love the food and the leisure, the tea’s and the accessories.  I’m going today to pick out the tea’s and get the final ingredients.  I’ll post some pictures when it’s all said and done…I know you can’t wait.

Today is Sloan’s last day of preschool.  That’s very strange.  He will never be a preschooler again.  It feels right, of course.  He’s so big and so mature that I’ve sometimes questioned our decision to hold him back this year.  I know in the long run we’ll be glad, but for now he seems way too advanced for where he is.  I hope we can keep him challenged next year in kindegarten.  We’ll see.

And finally, can I just say that I love my husband?  He’s a good guy.  But I will tell you that the other night, when we were flipping the channels and we landed on Grease 2 and he started singing along to the songs – I was a little baffled.  After nearly 9 years, I’m still learning new things about him.  Grease 2?  Interesting…