Post the Eighty-Seventh: Tea Party In The Park

Gentle Reader, do you ever suddenly feel the need to have a little bit more fanciness in your life? I often do, and most of my friends do, as well. This is why, when Miss Spectacular decided to host a formal tea-party at Wright’s Park, I threw my hat into the ring without hesitation.

This hat, specifically.

This hat, specifically.

The theme, beyond using fine china in a picnic setting, involved big hats. Typically, I will make a new hat for such an occasion, but I accepted the invitation on the spur of the moment, and a purchased hat would have to do.

When I arrived at the park, the table was already laid. I was late, and the guests were waiting for me.

I'm so glad you could join us!

I’m so glad you could join us!

I sat, and Miss Spectacular began to pour, the silver spout tinkling when it touched the china. Ms. Capere and I shared some delicate gossip in a faint murmur, while Mr. Hicks passed around a tray of scones. We felt very civilized.

Did you hear what Captain Willoughby did to that poor girl?

Did you hear what Captain Willoughby did to that poor girl?

The only possible improvement would have been the addition of croquet, or bocce, or other lawn entertainments. The sun sparkled against the crystal, the conversation was congenial, and our whimsical urges were sated, for the moment.

Won't you join us?

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About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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