Mission Tea Party Accomplished

I’m back! The Chicago Birthday Tea Party was a success! Pretty little lemon poppy seed scones, check. Lemon bars and lemon drops and gummy peach ring things, check. Decorating cupcakes with lots and lots of icing, check. Nieces dressed up in floppy hats and party necklaces, check. Tea and crumpets, well we skipped that and opted for raspberry hot chocolate and pink lemonade. My niece informed me that since it was her birthday tea party she could have it without tea if she wanted to because she doesn’t like tea and chocolate milk goes just fine in tea cups. Especially since the tea cups weren’t really tea cups but espresso cups we brought back from Paris because we thought the polka dots and stripes were cute.

I was going to type up a long post about how my brother is putting his house up for sale and how they are doing home improvements and packing all at the same time as the party, but you know… it worked out. These things always work out no matter how impossible they seem to me a the time. Just like last year, my mom and sister-in-law managed to pull off the perfect party for little girls and I just took a chill pill and tried to enjoy the moment. My inner party planner is taking a back seat to the little raspberry baby that is making it’s mommy sick sick sick! I really wish it would calm down with the progesterone poisoning.

More about the rest of my trip as soon as I go eat a cracker or something.

A Wedding in Cambria

A Wedding in Cambria

I’m burnt to a crisp. The new blanket that we bought to keep warm (because I didn’t pack a sweater, a sweatshirt or a lick of sense) smells like a barbecue chip. I’m tired and I have a sore throat (could be from all the fire pit smoke I inhaled). But I think we just had the best three day wedding extravaganza weekend ever invented.

Cambria is beautiful. I’d never been before. Toby told me the beach community has kind of a snooty snobby pretentious reputation but I didn’t really notice. Sure, there were a lot of weird new age stores selling wind chimes and crystals and hand blown glass humming bird feeders but there was also a big warehouse type restaurant that sold barbecue tri-tip and chicken strips. We didn’t spend that much time on the main drag anyway. It was all about my friend’s beautiful beach wedding and her large entourage of fairy winged flower girls running along the surf squealing with delight.

It was sleeping in clean sheets in a hotel that cost half as much as we’re used to paying. It was orange juice and fruit and coffee and little itty bitty pastries for breakfast. It was an illegal bonfire and strawberry flavored marshmallows in s’mores and flickering candles and sparklers and lounging against a drift wood log with new friends and old while somebody plays old Beatles tunes on their guitar. It was getting up for a “fun run” but then deciding not to run and hanging out under the pine trees listening to the surf and birds you haven’t heard since you were a kid.

We loved Cambria. We didn’t want to leave.