Sometimes, I stumble onto a blog with such a special post that I want to share it with everybody. And when it’s on a subject I enjoy, that’s lagniappe.
A Jane Austen tea, all by one lady in her home---all in blue and white, with such exquisite attention to detail, such well-thought-out touches and settings and linens and flowers, that it’s a visual feast in itself. A charming bonnet, tea trays and silver, a set of quills to hand---all portray another time, another era, with such gentle grace that you're compelled to step in.
And each appointment of that magical table---the menu cards and chocolate boxes and the dainty-folded fans, with a nod to a small token of courtship in the delicately-cut silhouette card at each place setting---elegant beyond words.
It must have taken months to bring into being that afternoon of sumptuous delight. Wouldn’t you love to have been present for such a splendid affair?
Miss Jane could have written volumes about such a magnificent soiree.