In the summer of 2005, I studied abroad in London and was instantly in love.
The best part? Other than the perfectly stoic atmosphere after the 2 attacks on the Tube, the wandering around Notting Hill pretending to search for a handsome British bookkeeper (but not really pretending), and the breeze while studying in Hyde Park, I fell in love with high tea. At home, tea was a refreshing thing to drink while sweating your face off. In London, tea was a drink that came with three tiers of treats.
tea at Harrod's, July 2005
Who knew that a few months later, I'd start dating my half-British future husband, who would proceed to make me a cup of English breakfast tea almost every morning for the next 5 years (and counting)?
Anyway, I share that because I want to let you in on why I was so excited to celebrate the royal wedding with - what else - a tea party. Other influencing factors included:
1. the fact that this poster once graced my wall (right underneath a poster of Dawson and Pacey):
2. A REAL GIRL BECAME A PRINCESS!
3. HATS!
If you don't agree that those are good reasons to whip up some scones, break out the Pimm's cups, and plop a bunch of feathers on your head, well, I don't think we can be friends.
Hope you all started your weekend with a fairy tale celebration as well, and are ending it with some good old fashioned American pride if you're from the States!
Um, where is Ike's hat?!?
ReplyDeleteI do love the hats, though (geez, I keep typing hate instead of hat!).
I love that William shared space with Dawson & Pacey.
ReplyDeleteAfter med school, will ya'll move to the New Orleans/Northshore area so that we can be best friends? I am confident we would be.
ReplyDeleteBest afternoon tea EVER! We should have a reunion at Harrod's!
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