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But receptacles for tea can be very basic indeed. Here are some little clay cups, sometimes still used by tea sellers at railway stations in India. They are the best of throwaway cups, much more ecologically friendly than paper or plastic, and far more elegant.
I'm sure I have read somewhere (to my horror) that sales of tea in the UK are declining, and have been for a while. Coffee, that altogether more sophisticated beverage is in the ascendancy, and soon we poor Brits will have totally turned away from our so called national drink. I don't believe a word of it. Have you seen the tea section in most supermarkets recently?
I suppose all this is why I'm so offended that the words tea party have recently been usurped. A small part of me rages when those most agreeable words are put together to describe political values that are far from my own. To begin with I hoped that the label wouldn't stick, but with the Republicans in the US beginning the long
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on 12/23/2007
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Today is my 40th birthday. You may remember Random Fact #1 from back in August "I Am A Twin". So it is my twin brother's birthday also. For those of you 20-Somethings out there who think that 40 is old, it's not. I still love hip-hop and dance music and I shop in the Junior's dept for most of my clothes and stay up until all hours of the night making my art. I love the stupid "reality" shows on MTV and I text my friends when I don't feel like calling. But I also have to tell you that my 30's were way better than my 20's, and I am looking forward to what my 40's will bring. 40 years has made me wiser, more empathetic, standing firm in who I am and what I believe, but more accepting of others and their differences. My world view is different than it was even 5 years ago, now that I think about it, and it's been shaped by my years on this earth. Am I where I thought I would be at 40? No. But I am my mother's daughter, and I know she would be proud of me if she were here. This is an amazing time we live in. We have so many choices to shape our lives and live our dreams right at our virtual fingertips. We can touch others' lives and share our thoughts and our art right here at our computers. I am grateful for every one of you who has ever stopped by my blog and commented on my posts; I feel like I "know" so many of you and you brighten my days, every day! Thanks for an awesome year of art blogging and I cannot wait to share the next one with you all! Cheers! (Red scarf courtesy of my friend Joan in Hawaii, who began knitting it months ago and sent it this week as a birthday gift, along with some other goodies. Thanks Joan!)
I will put the kettle on... :-)
What about cream teas? Would be weird with coffee ...
(And I wouldn't get through the day without my mint tea)
Woman the barricades! (Or something)
Tea drinking is a sad and lonely undertaking in the US. Also, it's almost impossible (or at any rate very expensive) to get anything but Maria biscuits. I wish I could come and join your tea party!
That empty chair is there for me! And nothing like a soothing solitary brew while reading a wonderful book or daydreaming about your plot.
Hmmm. A spot or two on a page doesn't matter but are kindles tea-proof?
Real tea definitely needs a real book!
Hear! Hear, Cindy! Quite right too! Am going to have a nice cup of tea this pm and toast you and applaud this sentiment!
My solitary badge before I was drummed out of the Brownies was for making tea. I still warm the pot even if I'm only chucking in a tea bag.A pot of tea - four words of comfort. But getting the colour/ strength of the brew right can be a challenge. My mother prefers what I call American Tan Tights colour and Frugal Husband like homeopathic tea - Water with the memory of tea.
Sorry to spoil things but, while sympathising politically, Cindy, I have to say - I can't stand tea! Always drink coffee (and chocolate occasionally.)
It's genetic. My aunt, back in the 1930s, absolutely detested tea and refused to drink it, and was considered a very strange child. But she took to coffee instantly, as soon as she was introduced to it by the Pole she later married. I take after her. The rest of my family drink tea by the pot-full and pull faces when offered coffee.