This most lovely and sweet blogger has recently begun a meme that is an exercise in connection, one of the six goals I have set for myself in 2011 and we are not using the R word, tyvm. ggggah.
The past couple of Tuesdays, she's held a blogging tea party.
game! Yes. Still...
The great thing about an online tea party is that everyone who participates has a notion of what a really good tea party would look like.
Something along the lines of the photo below would work for me, preferably in my dining room, in my beach front house with dark hardwood floors and a salt water infinity pool and it would have to be an after work tea party so we'd probably be drinking hot tea punch, but you get the idea.
|Little Black Guidebook|
We would all laugh at that. ( I'm scripting this. Trust me, you laugh )
We talk about the books we're reading, unless, like me, you're trying to write one so other people's get on your nerves. If you're me, you nod/smile, weep/gnash teeth. The rest of you are reading fascinating books that I'm not, but may be tempted to talk about later as though I had. Man I hope not. I hate when that happens.
Christ asks about you all, and me of course, and I resist the urge to say, "It's on my blog." as I hand out my new cookedheads calling cards. I instead, I try to think of something interesting to tell you and wonder if it's too soon to reuse the Emotional Bird joke.
I would try to get you all to take home some frozen gumbo because four and half gallons of gumbo goes further than I thought and I'm trying to off load the stuff. I would tell you that Mrs. Meyers Lemon Verbena stovetop cleaner does a good job getting tea stains out of china and not to bother putting rose syrup in Chamomile tea because you can't taste it so you should probably make a cup of matcha instead. Then I'd tell you about the clerk at Sur La Table that brought me a bamboo wok scrubber when I asked if they had any bamboo whisks. (laugh. it's in the script)
It gets pretty wild, in a repeatable way. To much wild and well, no one wants to come for tea again, except law enforcement.
As we leave, Christi hugs us all and hands each of us a life goodie on the way out the door.
The rest of you rush out to buy lemon verbena countertop cleaner for yourselves and a bamboo whisk for me because you're embarrassed that you know a woman who aerates her matcha in a used lemon curd jar..