Let’s Have Tea

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I had been collecting tea cups for some years. I had given several tea parties and had enjoyed them all. But yesterday was different. I hosted a tea party for ten little girls, ten little ladies, ten precious baby dolls who brought their own dolls. Of the many things I have done in my life, this ranks up there with the best of times.

Preparations, plans, party ideas floated in my mind. This was to be a tea party birthday party for my grand-niece. She and her sister are the grand girls we didn’t have. We love them dearly. I wanted everything to be pretty and oh so special for them.

I knew I had enough tea cups, punch cups, tea pots, and a punch bowl to serve. I bought a few extra cups … well … just in case. Another tea-pot seemed a good idea. Flowers were a must.

Two days before the party I devoted to washing all the china by hand, polishing the silver I planned to use, and shopping for ingredients for baking day. Baking Southern Cheese Biscuits is a traditional tea party tradition. A day ahead I made the dough and rolled it up in clear wrap and wax paper to cool and set. Baking day I cut the biscuits and baked them. They turned out just right. For adults I would have used a little more spicy red pepper, but for the girls it turned out just right. I then set out to make the ginger snaps, the kind you roll in sugar and they crinkle and crack when baked. The whole house smelled heavenly. The day of the party I had the house cleaned, praises be to the crew. They know what to do and do it well and efficiently. That left me time to arrange the flowers and place them throughout the house. Tea time was near.

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The table was set with flowers and a variety of tea cups. The cookies and fruit and nuts and cake were on the side board. The tea was hot and ready to be poured. Drum roll please, the crescendo … they arrived.

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The girls used their best manners. They tried the tea even if they weren’t sure of the taste. The sugar cubes were the big hit! “Yes, please,” and “No, thank you,” and “Thank you,” and “Punch please,” were the precious phrases heard all around the tables. It was endearing, it was fun, it was a delight that a houseful of girls of all ages could share a time-honored tradition. It was an afternoon to remember. Thanks for the memories, little ladies. I love you all!

 

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Ruth 3:11  The Living Bible 
Now don’t worry about a thing, my child; I’ll handle all the details, for everyone knows what a wonderful person you are.

 

Proverbs 31:10-31  The Message 

A good woman is hard to find,
and worth far more than diamonds.
Her husband trusts her without reserve,
and never has reason to regret it.
Never spiteful, she treats him generously
all her life long.
She shops around for the best yarns and cottons,
and enjoys knitting and sewing.
She’s like a trading ship that sails to faraway places
and brings back exotic surprises.
She’s up before dawn, preparing breakfast
for her family and organizing her day.
She looks over a field and buys it,
then, with money she’s put aside, plants a garden.
First thing in the morning, she dresses for work,
rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.
She senses the worth of her work,
is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She’s skilled in the crafts of home and hearth,
diligent in homemaking.
She’s quick to assist anyone in need,
reaches out to help the poor.
She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows;
their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.
She makes her own clothing,
and dresses in colorful linens and silks.
Her husband is greatly respected
when he deliberates with the city fathers.
She designs gowns and sells them,
brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.
Her clothes are well-made and elegant,
and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.
When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say,
and she always says it kindly.
She keeps an eye on everyone in her household,
and keeps them all busy and productive.
Her children respect and bless her;
her husband joins in with words of praise:
“Many women have done wonderful things,
but you’ve outclassed them all!”
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.
The woman to be admired and praised
is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves!
Festoon her life with praises!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crescendo

8 thoughts on “Let’s Have Tea”

  1. Jan I am sure your face must have radiated with joy. Your writing was wonderful to read, the photographs a delight for the eyes. Thank you for allowing us to have tea with you and the girls.🌹💐❤️

  2. Oh Mel, there were nothing but smiles … it was a labor of love … a memory for all times … a chance to be a little girl myself again. The highlight, though, was our outside shower decorated inside and out with shells … no they didn’t turn the water on … but screamed with glee like it was there own private hideaway … complete with pristine white curtains. Thanks, Mel, for reading, enjoying, and commenting. Your friend, jan. 💞🙋 🌷🌻🌹

  3. I’ve decided the next tea party will be for grown up ladies … we were children only a moment ago. You’re invited !! Thank you for reading and commenting. jan

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