Ever been to high tea? I’m not talking, oh yes, I’ll have a mug of Lipton’s, thanks. I’m talking wearing heels and white gloves to sip orange mandarin tea and nibble on cucumber sandwiches in a grand parlor/hotel dining room. I’ve done this twice. Both times in London – because I don’t think even the British consulate serves high tea in the United States, the first when I was 18 and surly, the second when I was 20 and giddy. The reason I bring up high tea is, my mother, threw a book party this past weekend, and the theme was – you guessed it – High tea. It was cookies and cakes and tea in china cups and saucers…. I thought that, as the author, I would be called upon only to chat and be applauded at intervals…But guess who got put to work polishing silver and making said cucumber sandwiches? So much for the glamorous life.
But truly, it was a great deal of fun, and I was so happy to see everyone. My mom worked her fanny off (her word, fanny) and did a great job.
Other news: plan on working on the synopsis of book 3 this weekend. Whether or not this plan will come into fruition is up for debate.