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Friday, June 27, 2014

Tea in the Library #34


 
 
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Tea to the English is really a picnic indoors.

 
 
Happy Pink Saturday!
 
Come join the fun at
 
How Sweet the Sound

Thank you Beverly
 
for hosting one of the nicest parties. Ever. 

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Tea in the Library #33


Tea does our fancy aid .... And keeps that palace of the soul serene. Edmund Waller

  
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Have a blessed week
  
 Please join me for  
Tea time Tuesday @ Rose Chintz Cottage 
 





Friday, June 13, 2014

Summer does Come

 
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Tea in the Library #32



Every time I stand before a beautiful beach, its waves seem to whisper to me: If you choose the simple things and find joy in nature’s simple treasures, life and living need not be so hard. Psyche Roxas-Mendoza
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always ourself we find in the sea. e.e. Cummings 

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient.

One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea. Anne Morrow Lindbergh 



Tea Cup - Corinth  by Noritake China

The soft teal, golden yellow and sandy browns are  summer colours.  What looked like snowflakes  I see now as whimsical sea anemones.

Have a blessed week!
  
 Please join me for  
Teacup Tuesday @ Artful Affirmations &
Tea time Tuesday @ Rose Chintz Cottage 







Saturday, June 7, 2014

Memoirs of an Eclectic Shorebird:White Glove Society



White Glove Society




 Life as a child in our small seaside community was a lot of things but glamorous wasn't one of them. 




   And glamour, my BFF explained to me, was what we needed. I tended to believe Fanny because she was right about so many things. And because she was a whole year older than me.



Our brothers had recently turned into trolls. Their main form of entertainment was tormenting us and frankly, we were tired of it. What really bugged us was that squabbling with our brothers was so undignified.

 It was hard to maintain the cool aloof beauty of Grace Kelly when one’s brother was chasing one around the yard  with a spider.( On the bright side, I suppose I might attribute some of my later success at track and field day to that spider inspired cardio-training.)
Fanny and I had recently discovered that sitting in a dim, cool, air conditioned living room watching old movies beat the heck out of trying to out run our brothers.  If there were high jinx to be had it should involve elegant clothing and  witty repartee. 
Our days should be full of tea parties and wide brimmed hats. When, we sighed, would our life of high fashion, and  elegant soirees begin? I thought probably in about eight years when we were sixteen but as luck would have it we didn't have to wait nearly that long.

A year of indentured servitude in the local Brownie troop entitled us and our mothers to be guests at the end of year Girl Scout dinner.  Like practically every other town event the dinner was held in the elementary school cafeteria.


The evening included an actual ceremony where appropriately aged girls moved up to the next level of Girl Scouts.  The stage was set with dozens of poufy tissue paper flowers and  a little wooden bridge which the girls would cross over symbolizing their  advancement.
Now. There were two Brownie troops in town. One troop was made up of demure little girls whose hair ribbons never unraveled, and whose ruffled white anklets stayed white.



I was a member of the Other Troop. . . But tonight. . . Tonight we were as one.  Lining up with the other girls I absently scratched one of the mosquito bites on my leg as I looked around at the mothers.
They looked like elegant strangers in suits and hats and white gloves. 

The girl standing behind me gave me a nudge and handed me my beanie.  It was Mindy McGuire. Of course. Mindy always looked as fresh as a daisy, never a hair or a thread out of place. Mindy was a very nice girl who I wanted to dislike but couldn't; she was that nice. It was just that standing next to her had a way of making me aware of my lack of grace and refinement.  Generally I was oblivious to my shortcomings and liked it that way. She said, "Here, your beanie fell off."


My new pixie haircut might look neat, but my  hair still seemed to repel any foreign object, be it ribbon, barrette, or beanie. And somewhere between the entrance and my seat at the table I'd lost a glove. As I slid into my seat Mindy looked at me and a tiny frown creased her milky white brow. "Where are your gloves? You're not in uniform without your gloves." 

Panic fluttered in my tummy. I looked at Fanny who was seated across from me. Fanny pushed her pink  cats eye glasses up on her nose. "A lady never eats wearing her gloves. She places them on her nap, under her napkin." With a twitch of her shoulder that would have done Bette Davis  proud she tugged off her gloves. "Everyone knows that." 

It was, I think, Fanny's finest moment. 
"Yeah," I echoed. "Everyone knows that." I'd have liked to have seen it but by then I was under the table  looking for my beanie.





Wishing you a blessed Week. 


Don't miss Diane's tour of a Victorian Farmhouse  at Design till It Shines
















Debbie-Dabble  gives us a garden tour   and introduces us to a garden guest - one with a happy surprise!





Enjoy a day at the Flea with  One Shabby Old House


Hope to see you at these great parties