It’s become something of a tradition over at Meet Me At Mike’s for Pip’s blogger-students to sit you good reader folk down with a cup of tea, and have a natter about ourselves.
How perfect! I exclaimed in our private Facebook group. I collect vintage china, what better way to showcase my pretty pieces? I have about twenty hand-painted tea-sets from the 1930s up, plus lots of random bits and bobs (you can see some of it on my bookshelves here). I’m returning to Australia this year and lately I’ve been trawling ebay and charity shops for more. Have you ever wanted a vintage themed wedding? Christening? Birthday? You may just be able to rent your ‘props’ from me by next year!
When Pip set her challenge, I had visions of me fluffing up a pretty vintage tablecloth, laying out two cups and saucers – one for you and one for me – steeping some delish Brisbane blend from T2 (purchased on a trip to Oz last year; the last remnants of which I’ve been saving for a special occasion since it’s so darned good), and … since you exist only in my virtual world…photographing the whole thing beautifully and putting pretty filters on the pics in photoshop so the set-up looked even more enticing, and then uploading it all so you could coo over it and sigh I wish I were there in London with Michelle.
But if the aim of the task is really not to have tea, but to learn something about me, let me be upfront.
I don’t have time to ask you over. I barely have time to ask my best friends around. The tablecloth that’s currently on my table is a 1950s Irish linen. It’s been in place for three weeks and now has a big coffee mug ring smack bang in the centre. Every time I see it I think, must put that in the wash, then promptly shift my attention to something else.
This week, I’m feeling a little streeeeeeeeched. I’m a professional hobbyist who always has at least three projects on the go with one random business idea being worked up in the background, plus a novel halfway finished and two normal-people kind of jobs to hold down.
As I was running around the supermarket on Sunday, throwing stuff into my basket, planning out an apartment copy in my head for the following day’s deadline (job no. 2), I paused at the tea section, whipped out my phone and took a few shots of the tea aisle. That’ll have to do, I thought, more than a little sadly. Because I know I can do better when I’m calmer, and also because the fluro lights were glarey and I knew these shots were going to be nowhere near as pretty as vintage china could be.
But let’s be honest, since that’s another trait of mine. Tea with me is more likely to be a snatched latte at the local cafe. Anyone passing through Chiswick soon?