It was so much fun reading your thoughts about giving a party in my previous post. I could relate, at different times of my life, with each of you.
And look who brought a party to me after I published the post! A tea party!
My granddaughters and their mom did!
It all began when I received this beautiful invitation in the mail, drawn by my daughter-in-law and elder granddaughter and painted by her little sister.
They invited me to a tea party to be held on my front porch when they came to spend the weekend with us.
It ended up being too cool for a porch party so they improvised and moved the party to our living room.
My hostesses brought everything with them because they are practiced tea party givers and tea party guests, experienced with tea party ritual.
There was no rushing to grab treats, explaining that one takes goodies from the lower plate first.
This one instructed me in how to properly hold my pinky finger when drinking our lemonade (or tea, as it were).
I'm sure they learned this etiquette from their beautiful mom and she probably learned it from hers.
And my daughter-in-law has to be given credit for setting up our tea party and concocting the delicacies even though she claims it was easy with Trader Joe's help.
It was a delightful Mother's Day celebration I'll always remember and the lively conversation.
I declined being in the pictures (too scary for you) and we didn't get any of the photographer himself as no men were allowed at the tea table--he and RH banished to the kitchen to snack on extras--but since the photographer also put up all the beautiful balloons I think a picture of our son is in order. Here's one borrowed from a recent text he sent me.
The fragrant peonies were from their garden.
It was a most lovely tea party and even goes to show that some of my children do read my blog posts!
And they did take heed that, as much as I love giving parties, nowadays it's best if they bring the party to me.
Wouldn't Mrs. Dalloway be proud of them?
My latest portrait with my granddaughters: