A TEA PARTY, JUST FOR ME
Long ago, when I was in law school, I would get devastatingly lonely. Between school and my jobs and studying, there was not much time to socialize and, after a while, the people I talked about the most were fictional. One year, my Mom sent me a sweet little tea pot and my tea parties for one tradition was born. Whenever I need a pick me up, I set my table and make a whole pot of tea, just for me.
(Please remember that I am American and, as such, tea is not something I consume daily).
Slowing down during the holidays is especially welcome. Taking the time to have an old fashioned tea party for one makes me feel fancy. Doing so with a book to keep me company is extra decadent. Today I flipped back and forth between How to Spell Chanukah and The Truth About Santa. I finally managed to repair the mistakes I made on the cookies from yesterday and they were delicious. And, in the off chance you think my Mom spoils me, you are absolutely correct. Yesterday I opened an early Christmas present – a fancy wooden box full of tea!
I wish I could sit and have tea with my whole family. I can only hope that we will all be together soon. In the meantime, I sat there, sipping my tea, reading my book and feeling so loved.
Tell me, please! Have you ever done this, made something fancy just for yourself?