How do you feel about an afternoon tea?

Aphrodite Spring Tea Table_keep1Martha was my best friend when I was a little girl.  We all had great Mother’s . . fun loving, always up for something new.  There were 3 of us (Fran was my other good friend) and we ran the neighborhood….literally.  We knew every hidey hole, creek and tree in our area and with most of the Mom’s at home there was usually someone with an eye on us.

Martha’s mother, we will call her Mrs. Fuller to protect her identity – was determined to take our rag tag selves and make us into proper ladies.  We all KNEW how to behave and WHEN to behave but she always thought we needed more polishing around the edges.  She was so beautiful and sweet and someone my parents called “gracious” . . which was a new word for me.  I thought she was a beautiful as a movie star, and she was.

In the summertime she would prepare picnics for us in their huge backyard.  Their yard was terraced and I was always hoping they would put in a swimming pool . . but the picnics were good enough at the time.  Once a week we had to show up scrubbed, with our hair combed and wearing something resembling a little girl.  Sometimes we would be on a blanket down in the yard next to banks of azaleas and camellias,  other times we would be up on the top terrace at one of the wrought iron tables.

Aphrodite Spring Tea Table_017KEEPShe went to a lot of trouble for us.  When we were settled on the blanket she would open up the huge basket and pull out cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off, small little deviled eggs which I now know were quail eggs, perfect slices of cheese and usually some sort of juice.  For desert she would give us small baskets decorated with fresh flowers, or shamrocks with trailing  satin ribbons, or whatever took her fancy –  and inside would be Mexican Wedding cookies (you know, those cookies rolled in powdered sugar) or an elegantly decorated cupcake from the bakery, sometimes petit fours she made herself.

The days we ate seated at the table were called “luncheons” and the food was usually more elaborate – well at least they required forks and spoons and using those outdoors seemed elaborate to me.  No paper pales and plastic forks – she’d put out her nice china and silver.  We’d have chicken salad with green grapes, pecans, and apple sauce – slices of cantaloupe and watermelon, fancy crackers with cheese cubes…and for desert – – – angel food cake and a fluffy frosting tinted whatever color she was in the mood for that day.

There were always flowers on the table . . and when we had the fall version of these wonderful gatherings, hot tea with honey or a cup of cocoa served from a chocolate pot.

I will admit I sometimes had a charmed childhood….and I wouldn’t trade one single thing for this.  My Mother taught me which fork or spoon to use and when to use it, but Mrs. Fuller made it fun and elegant and gave us the practice we needed to remember these things.

Tea Service Butterfly Table

I’m still a bit of a tomboy but when I need to be, I can pull out the lady side and sip tea with the best!

Mrs. Fuller would be proud of the Spring Butterflies tea garden table set. She was the first person I thought of when I saw this setting at the Aphrodite Shop.  The fine, delicate china, cakes so beautifully iced, vases of flowers . . and colorful butterflies circling the marble topped table.  She would have approved.

Aphrodite Shop Spring Butterflies Flower Vases

Aphrodite Shop “Spring Butterflies” Tea Garden Table
     Animated chairs with 14 animations   5 prims

     Wrought Iron table with marble top     3 prims

     Hand painted tea set – offers 12 differenttea blends and 4 cakes or treats  7 prims

     Flower vases with animated butterflies     5 prims

     Garden plant decorative in pot   5 prims

 ~BAZAR~  Glamping tent (small) 4 prims

  

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