Sushi lunch with dragons for tea cup Tuesday
Today was one of those days, one which hasn’t happened in…like…forever, where there is actually nothing I had to do. There are always plenty of things I want to do but, just today, there was nothing I HAD to do.
The sun was shining in the living room and I thought that what I’d really like to do is sketch, photograph, have lunch with C and check up on all you, my favorite tea cup Tuesday gals, and beyond.
I love my water dragons. They are Victorian, probably from a water fountain in some old manor house in the Cotswolds, and cast from bronze. They were my Christmas prezzy from R last year. (Honestly, he finds the best prezzies) The mom’s a bit battle scarred and a piece of her horn is missing, but she has her tail wrapped firmly around her baby dragon, who is looking adoringly into her face.
What better for lunch with dragons than sushi! Isn’t that the absolutely perfect lunch so you can keep sketching while eating?
I made us some tea but C’s tummy still wasn’t 100% after her boat trip this weekend, and she chose to have a Ginger Ale instead. I love that I brought my children up without pop, except as a special treat for upset stomachs or restaurant meals.
I love that they only choose a Sprite or Ginger Ale and don’t drink Coke/Pepsi or anything like that at all.
I’ve inherited five slightly out of control clumps of Euphorbia Wuflenii in this garden and they have been spreading at an alarming rate. I mercilessly chopped back several stems and singed the ends and stuck them into two ironstone containers, one on each of the side tables. The tea cups I chose are Royal Cauldon ironstone and have a beautiful lacy, bumpy, flowery self pattern.
For afters we had some mixed dried fruit and some Turkish delight. (Who can resist fresh Turkish delight, and the powdered sugar means no sticky hands!)
So we were sitting in the sunshine, enjoying our tea and I kept hearing a sound like a soft clicking or maybe a pinging. I thought maybe the heating was on and the vents were cooling or something like that, and then I looked down beside my chair. I had moved the creamer and tea pot to the tray on the floor out of the way of my camera and forgot about them there.
Yup, you guessed it…that scrubby cat’s nose is just small enough to wedge inside the creamer and lap up the milk.
(And that was our very expensive lactose free milk too.)
Oh Morgan, what are you like? 🙂
Linking to Teri and now want to find and look at Kimberly’s ArtJoyStuff, with Martha and thinking I really should Spring clean instead of dossing around today, with Sandi and loving her fresh, green carnations, and Bernideen and thinking, hmmm, a tea time mystery, what fun to read!