Our party began at the same time as most formal balls.
Which would of course be about 10:08pm.
But it certainly was a Grande Affaire, and guests(No, we did not make him! He loves and wants to please his sister.)were clamoring for invitations, to be sure.
How it happened:
"I want a tea party!"
"What? Now?" Looks at clock.
Well, in light of All The Things That Must Be Done - it's just as well.
Actually I think it started somewhat earlier with Franklin being fitted for a Magic Slipper that wouldn't fit. Along with a two year old Princess - Or is she a Queen? - I forget.
But Trevelyn's Lovey Bear sported the footwear splendidly. But I digress.....
Our Tea Party consisted of Chicken Soupprepared by World Famous Chefs, of course...
and caramel treasures
and Pepperidge Farms Pirouette Mint Chocolate cookies. Er - wafers. And blueberry crumbcake.And a bit of Brandy for the Queen Mum. (alright, I've never tried Brandy, it was designer beer.)
It was a very exciting affair, with lots of sugar (well past the usual allotted time) and lots of cooking and shouting and dancing.
Now it's 11:17and All Is Well.