Sometimes I don't feel like I have very many interesting things to blog about like all of you younger generation with your cute kids. But this week I did do something different from my dull, ordinary day. I attend a book club each month and once a year we have a Tea Party Luncheon to go with it. I hosted it at my house this year. My sister Debbie and sister-in-law Muriel gave me these beautiful teapots, pitchers, and sugar bowls, along with all the cups and saucers.
The little spoons I let the ladies use to stir their tea was from Paul's grandmother's collection of teaspoons. It has such a fun variety of shapes and colors.
This was the table setting. I used my mother's real silverware which my father gave to me. The beautiful crystal glasses and real china were given to me by Claire and her daughter who use to entertain a lot in Florida.
Beautiful finger sandwiches created by Regina. They were a big hit with everyone. We had tons of delicious food: scones, tea cakes, soup, chocolate fondue, lemon curd, cookies, and on and on. I was so busy serving it all that I forgot to take a picture of it. The table was loaded from end to end, with no room to spare.
Our southern Belle, Claire.
Our literary expert, Lela.
We have fun dressing up for the occasion if we so feel inclined. I thought Joan's outfit was especially well coordinated.
I wish you could see my necklace, ear rings and bracelet better. They were my Grandmother Fuqua's that my mother gave to me. She said she remembered her mom wearing them when she was a little girl, so that would have been around 1930.
Three lovely ladies all in a row.
We will miss Mearl, she will soon be moving back to Hawaii.
Monica decided to take off on the Oriental side of a tea. She had the traditional dress with the big bow in the back. And so that was my adventure of the week.
We adopted our cat Molly one year ago this month. Molly was Paul's Mom's cat and she was so worried about what would happen to Molly when she died. We told his Mom not to worry about her, that we would work something out. Paul's Mom died and then our cat Shanana died a few days later and so we adopted Molly.
She has been a good cat. She loves the outdoors when we have good weather, but definitely hibernates indoors all winter. She loves to hunt mice, rats, and rabbits (unfortunately). She will sleep in a little box with a blanket in Paul's workshop if he leaves the door open.
Here she is coming indoors from the back balcony. We only let her out during daylight hours.
She is a well behaved cat. She is the first cat we could let wander the house at night. The other cats we've owned we had to confine to the laundry room because they would wake us up by meowing or attacking our feet while we slept. Most nights Molly will sleep at the foot of our bed and leaves our feet alone, or quietly goes off somewhere else in the house.
This is her at the top of the stairs. When you go upstairs she will race by you to get to the top first and then she will throw herself down in front of you so you will pet her. Silly Molly. Happy Anniversary, we are glad we have you.
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