I’m so happy it’s Tuesday again because I missed you all last week. On the heels of our British car show, I took out my little vintage car tea and luncheon plates for afternoon tea.

These sweet little luncheon plates are Georgian china, USA origin and are perfect for our afternoon snack of oat cakes and brie.

I also used our chrome tea pot. It’s the most perfect tea pot in the world! You know how you get tea pots which don’t hold the heat in, or which drip as you pour the tea? This one is so perfect it’s crazy.

C couldn’t come to the car show, (rock climbing), so we told her of the day and showed her the photos…

…while we drank cup after cup of Earl Gray stirred with our commemorative spoons of WWI leaders.

Tea may have slightly collapsed into a fun-fest of who can out British who.

But we had so much fun catching up and sharing fun stories of our day.

Oh, almost forgot. At the jumble sale I picked up two authentic 1959 mini hubcaps. Lucky, lucky find. And the man selling them let me have them for free!!! Holy smokes, I would have expected to pay anything upwards of $100 for them. (Must be my charming way with people…er)

One last shot of our afternoon tea. Here’s my scrubby cat Morgan trying to get in on tea…well, actually she could care less about the tea, it’s all about the brie for her.

Sharing today with Teri from Artful Affirmation and voting for a lovely chintz on that chair, with Martha and wishing her mother a happy birthday! Love seeing your photo pretty girl. , with Sandy and coveting that beautiful parasol, and with Bernideen and thinking, “gosh, I want to come where you are and have some sun for a garden tea party too.” Love to you all.

Today I wanted to tell you a little story and share a very special cup.

My father was British and a doctor and a collector of antiques.

His very old leather doctor’s bag sits on the high shelf in the “James Bond” bathroom and holds the aspirins, bandaids and cough medicines. Another, larger doctor’s bag with drawer, holds my collection of fun and vintage jewellery.

He particularly loved wooden boxes of every kind, especially Victorian British medical boxes.

Yesterday I was doing some work on my Vanitas photography and left out two of his medical boxes to photograph for this post.

Years ago, I can’t really remember, but I think I wasn’t a teen yet, he gave me this cup for my birthday. The mark suggests it is 1940′s Kunst Kronach Burgund.

It always looked like a jewel to me. I always had it sitting on a shelf or, later, in my china cabinet and always loved it and looked at it.

I know it was made for tea, to drink tea from, but I worry too much about pouring the hot tea into the delicate, irreplaceable cup and so I don’t use it.

It stands on display as a treasured jewel and looks beautiful, and that’s enough for me.

Linking with Teri at Artful Affirmations and thinking a lot of the country is stormy right now, and Sandi at Rose Chintz Cottage and saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY to her uncle Doug, Wow 90 yrs young! And to Bernideen and thinking I’ve got to get me some chalk paint.