FOLLOWING the lead of Fanciful Twist, today I'm having my very first "virtual tea party." If you stop by, please leave a comment and take a cupcake. (Don't drink too much of the elixir! You may get to feeling too good.)
Have you ever noticed - of course you have - that there's always someone who turns up before the time of the actual party. It's not crazy enough already - frosting, chopping, mashing, whirring and blending strawberry elixir - but then you have to have an early guest show up. It was so warm in the sunroom too!
But Daisy thought the invitation said 2 p.m., not 3 p.m. Actually, I think she wanted to talk. She was in an awful mood. Her boyfriend, Prince Charley, has joined the circus. He works on the trapeze with Gilda, the Flying Temptress. She seems quite nice to me, but Daisy doesn't trust her. You can see which Hearts card Daisy chose (Broken Hearted, if you can't read it) from the table setting. Great! A broken heart. Just the thing for a happy, sappy tea party!
You can imagine how relieved I was when Cupcake Galore knocked on the window of the sunroom. She's small but mighty, filled with genuine, bubbly good spirits ALL the time. You would think that would get old, after a while, but not with her. She had to sit on two pillows to reach her tea, and the cupcakes were nearly as big as her head. She was in eighth heaven, she said!
We heard rustlings in the flowers beds outside the sunroom, but no one spotted the Mad Hatter. After just half a glass of strawberry elixer Daisy had forgotten her troubles and Cupcake was in an even better mood. Giggling her head off and talking a mile a minute.
The ice cream sandwiches were an absolute hit. I saw some glorious ones on CollageDiva blog and thought they were the loveliest things I had seen in a long time, so I picked some up this morning especially for the party.
For the tea party we used the Mister's mother's tea pot and cups. They were made in Japan a long, long time ago. The pink glasses were hers also. The Mister said they were always kept in the china cupboard and if one of them was ever broken (which sometimes happened) it was NOT a good day in that house.
They are perfect for the strawberry elixir, don't you think? And the whole strawberries, scattered on the plate are perfectly delicious. I always feel sorry for anyone who has never tasted a field-ripe Oregon strawberry.
I can not wait to see what ideas people come up with next year for the tea party A Fanciful Twist will have for her third annual.
The third time's a charm, they say, and perhaps the Mad Hatter will show up for me next year - femminismo