I went to a tea party today . . .

they are a dyeing art. Who had the time or inclination to cut tiny sandwiches, make the egg salad, polish the silver, wash the cups, press the linens, make the tea, roll the salmon rolls? It was absolutely lovely. The best part was that the hostess was assisted by her granddaughter, who is 12. She was dressed in a lovely dress with matching sandals. Her brother, also appropriately dressed, helped with the tea. Tea Party - what comes to mind? Graciousness, formal, by-gone era, antique tea cups, cucumber sandwiches, petite fours? If my mother were still alive, I'd have worn white gloves. I know there are groups that ensure the art of quilt-making doesn't die out. There needs to be one for tea parties.