The Eight-Year-Old's Delight

I went to an afternoon tea today, and it was so lovely.  My inner-eight-year-old almost swooned at the sheer delicate-pink-sparkly-elegant-tinyness of it all.
::insert high-pitched-shrieks-of-covetous-joy-here::
My outer 33-year-old was just glad that they were able to provide me with a good herbal.

(although when I poured it into my cup and it turned out to be pink, the 8-yo nearly lost her damn mind again.)

1 comment:

  1. If my morning tea ever poured out pink I'd think someone was trying to poison me. ;-)
    Anonymous Mom