Tea party
I’d quite like a tea party. I’ve actually been mulling over one for some time…but it has to be done right. I’d like a British bulldog in the corner on a plush, velvet cushion, and a tiered cake stand with strawberry shortcake tarts. I’d like miss-matching, vintage crockery, and boys wearing aged top hats juxtaposed with jeans and old Converse sneakers, and girls in floral dresses with their mum’s pearls. Old books with yellow-tinged pages will be scattered around the room and the sound of glitter and clinking tea cups, and the effervescent bubble of chatter and giggles will flood the space…
I’d quite like a tea party, but it has to be done right.
