It’s no wonder, I think, that afternoon tea was started by and intended for women. Could men really enjoy to the same extent the delicate patterns and tiny treats? And yet, so engaged are we in our activity, in each other, in this moment that we don’t notice the sun slip behind the trees or the clock make its way around the numbers again. We drink pot after pot and then break out the Pimms and move to couches from chairs. And when day slips out and night draws in, I think, what a good use of a day. I wonder what could be quite as fulfilling as an afternoon tea with friends.
For Christmas last year, Andrew made me a table! Isn’t he great??
He made it using an old window shutter, stair banisters, and some blocks of wood, all from the ranch. Yesterday, my dear friend Alana and I decided to paint it.
After fueling up on Peanut Butter Chocolate custard from the delicious Kohr Bros., we headed to Lowe’s to buy some paint. We stood in the paint section of the store for what felt like hours, debating over the color.