Why, hello dearest Lady of the Easternly Winds. Vould you like a spot of tea vith your crumpkits?
Okay — clearly, I’ve never been to a real garden party and I’m too lazy to google whether crumpkits is the accurate dessert term/spelling here. But, I have participated in several pretend tea parties in my day. Does that count?
True story. When I was 14ish, I babysat two little girls who loved to have pretend tea parties. We would really get into it by making up crazy names, dressing up, and speaking in our best English accents. The beginning always started out real innocent, we would talk about ribbons, dolls, and how amazing the tea
kool-aid tasted. Somehow, it would turn into a tea party in which we are getting robbed, the house is on fire, and we are running around like crazy. No matter how hard I tried to turn it back, these girls would start screaming, hiding, and running fire drills. One time, their mother called while this was going on. The oldest of the two answers the phone screaming, “Mom! The house is on fire and men are trying to get in!” I think I may have bolted over the kitchen table to grab that phone and explain what was going on. It was quite the dramatic affair. Needless to say, no more tea parties.
I was a good babysitter.
So, what would I wear if attending an adult garden party with my girlfriends in Galena? Let’s take a look through our new arrivals! I think this little lady would do the trick:
Can Jenna come, too? She may be a bit more casual, but an abstract floral silk top would certainly pass as dressed up in this small town:
|Waverly Grey Florida Blouse|
I miss home phones. Have a vonderful day! La de da!