Mon Espace Créateur - { My Creative Space }

I have made no secret of the fact that I love tea! A love affair (yes, quite possibly an addiction) my heart became tangled in when I was a wee snippet of a thing and my chosen vessel was a bunnykins mug. Cups of milky tea and cruskits with peanut butter were thrust into eager hands upon arrival home from school on wet days when the wheel of your bike caused muddy water to spray up leaving a giant dirty line up your back.



Then there were lunches at my Mum's grandfather's house, Pa. A morning spent outside exploring the little white wooden laundry shelves laden with treasure filled jars, squeezing the plump Impatiens seed pods and in an instance watching the seeds burst everywhere and the pod transform itself into a gorgeous green curl. And then a lunch of white bread sandwiches spread thickly with proper butter and vegemite and topped with fresh slices of tomato from Pa's extensive vegie garden. Loose leaf tea from a tea pot with a snugly, woolen tea cosy topped off this delectable feast.

And I can't forget watching my own Papa Bear grasp the handle of the billy can on camping adventures and whirl it around in an steaming arc. Such a display to rival any Barnum and Bailey Circus performer! And then staring into the glowing coals and sipping the tea from grey melamine mugs and munching on some yummy slice Mum had packed. I however always forgot about the tea leaves and ended up with a mouthful of grit!!

And although I don't remember waking after an endoscopy such is the wonder of a twilight anaesthetic. Hubby has told me with not a hint of fib in his eye that when asked by the nurse if I wanted a cup of tea I replied enthusiastically, "Oh, yes please!!". She then asked if I wanted a bikkie and my response was, "Can I have two?" Some things will never change.

But the cups of tea I enjoy most nowadays are those make believe ones supped with my gorgeous Bijou and it doesn't take much effort from this Mumma Bear to convince her to play along with this little set I made from a Ric Rac pattern. Tea parties are simply magic!

To marvel at the workings of the creative mind please pop into Kirsty's lovely blog and immerse yourself in glorious craftiness.