Joining the Tea Party

The Greenhouse at the Jefferson Hotel.
The Greenhouse at the Jefferson Hotel.

Growing up, I – like most little girls – threw a lot of tea parties. My dolls would gather to drink tea and chitchat, and once in a while, my stuffed animals joined them. I loved tea parties, though at the time in my life where I hosted them frequently, all of the best parts, the tea and the treats and the conversation, were imaginary.

When I got older, tea parties mostly vanished from my life. With the exception of the occasional vacation splurge or bridal shower, brunch replaced afternoon tea as the place where grownup-me found hot drinks and catching-up time. Until today, that is, when I joined a group of girlfriends at the Jefferson Hotel for afternoon tea.

Fancy tea, part one: finger sandwiches (roast beef, cucumber with grapefruit caviar, egg salad, and smoked salmon).
Fancy tea, part one: finger sandwiches (roast beef, cucumber with grapefruit caviar, egg salad, and smoked salmon).

For two hours, the six of us – who had donned springy dresses in honor of both the venue and the welcome arrival of warm weather – feasted on finger sandwiches, scones, strawberry shortcakes, and more, all while talking as much as we could while dealing with so much food. It was absolutely delightful, and left me ready to make fancy tea part of my regular routine.

Fancy tea, part two: strawberry shortcake, cookies, cakes, and scones with jam and Devonshire cream.
Fancy tea, part two: strawberry shortcake, cookies, cakes, and scones with jam and Devonshire cream.

Once I recover from the sugar shock, that is.

Blue. Yellow. Pink. Spring?

Blue. Yellow. Pink. Spring?

To say it’s been unseasonably cold lately would not be an overstatement – as I type, the 11:00 news is talking about sleet in the forecast and the delayed blooming of DC’s famous cherry blossoms. Despite this, there have been hints that our real spring is on its way, like yesterday evening’s perfect sky and the emergence of at least a few flowers. Of course, it was so windy that the “pink” part of this photo didn’t quite make it into focus.

Ah, well. Spring has to get here eventually, right?