Tea Parties
Oct. 13th, 2013 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osprey_archerI have been remiss, remiss in documenting my tea parties this autumn! This is partly because some of them did not yield good photos, like the Belgian chocolate tea party, which was scrumptious and involved scones and Belgian chocolates (my parents visited Belgium in September)...but somehow boxes of chocolates just don’t make very exciting photos. It’s a rectilinear grid with chocolates in it, it’s only exciting if you’re picking which one to eat.
Some of them, however, have been more successful on the “exciting photos” front. Way back in September, soon after I acquired my Grecian urn, Caitlin and Emma and I had a Keats tea.
We read “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” stanza by stanza. Emma, our resident Keats expert, got to read the final “beauty is truth” stanza, as is right and proper.
And this Saturday, Caitlin dropped by my place after the farmer’s market for an impromptu tea. I just recently got the scarf on the table at the Feast of the Hunter’s Moon - another occasion that didn’t photograph well this year! - and I think the white open work looks very well on the dark table.
And finally, today Emma and I had a Hadley tea, in honor of Hemingway’s first wife Hadley, as I had just finished reading the novel Emma loaned me about Hadley. We meant to have champagne - you can’t celebrate a twenties author without champagne - but the stores in Indiana don’t sell intoxicating beverages on Sunday, so instead we had sparkling cider and fudge and the last of my dates stuffed with bleu cheese.
My next literary idea is for a Narnia tea, to celebrate C. S. Lewis's birthday on November 29th. But we are all agreed that a Narnia tea would be incomplete without Turkish delight, and as none of us can face the thought of eating it, the Narnia tea is probably not to be.
Some of them, however, have been more successful on the “exciting photos” front. Way back in September, soon after I acquired my Grecian urn, Caitlin and Emma and I had a Keats tea.
We read “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” stanza by stanza. Emma, our resident Keats expert, got to read the final “beauty is truth” stanza, as is right and proper.
And this Saturday, Caitlin dropped by my place after the farmer’s market for an impromptu tea. I just recently got the scarf on the table at the Feast of the Hunter’s Moon - another occasion that didn’t photograph well this year! - and I think the white open work looks very well on the dark table.
And finally, today Emma and I had a Hadley tea, in honor of Hemingway’s first wife Hadley, as I had just finished reading the novel Emma loaned me about Hadley. We meant to have champagne - you can’t celebrate a twenties author without champagne - but the stores in Indiana don’t sell intoxicating beverages on Sunday, so instead we had sparkling cider and fudge and the last of my dates stuffed with bleu cheese.
My next literary idea is for a Narnia tea, to celebrate C. S. Lewis's birthday on November 29th. But we are all agreed that a Narnia tea would be incomplete without Turkish delight, and as none of us can face the thought of eating it, the Narnia tea is probably not to be.
