Is there anything more deliciously civilized than tea? No, I think not. My mom and I used to go to an incredible tea at the Mayflower Hotel. I have fond memories of it as the most magical time I got to spend with her. I was raised on tea. Tea was the currency of apology in our family. Tea got us through breakfast, I came home to tea in the afternoons, and ended each day with tea with my folks, watching the news. Much more recently, I asked my mom about the formal teas she used to take me to. I thought they must have been somewhere long-gone that would remain only a memory. Instead, we went again for the new version of the same old tea, which included, most importantly, the same decadent chocolate-covered strawberries nestled in between plates of tea sandwiches and pastries.
I'm a big fan of oolong and jasmine teas.
More recently, we tried a new place for tea, The Mansion on O Street. Awesome in a totally different way. Much less formal. Instead, quirky and extensive.
Antonio Melani Black & Gold Boots (Dillards)
AB Skinny Jeans (Ebay)
White Peter-Pan Collared Shirt (Dunno)
Ann Taylor Black & Blue Cardigan (Ann Taylor)
Seiko Watch (Seiko)
The only thing about tea that made/makes me a tad sad is that people don't dress for tea anymore. I mean, people don't dress for anything anymore. I always dress up anyhow to make up for it, but let me tell you, the looks I get when I go to, say, the theater, are always interesting. Or even the grocery store. It is my experience that if you leave the house looking anything but your best, you will inevitably run into the most handsome man you know, or your ex, or the president. I've basically scrapped anything that resembles sweats.
Funny story on that note- I had just changed into pjs last night when I opened the toaster oven to take out my toast, and set off the alarm... and then I listened and was like.. wait, that's the whole building's alarms going off... So I'm freaking out a bit, opening windows and such and then realized, wait, no, we have to evacuate. So I got V and we left, walking down 14 flights of stairs and outside. And all I could think was, omg, I did this! And I'm standing around in a tank top with no bra and little tiny shorts because I wasn't planning on anyone seeing me. Well, in fact, it turns out that it was a faulty alarm on the next floor up that had already gone off that day. I felt so much better, but no less naked.
Song Of The Day: You're Electric - Clare Maguire
