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Fancy Nancy Tea Party

Long ago, when there were only 2 kids and I was much, much younger and energetic, I used to like planning birthday parties. Somewhere along the way, I turned into an old fuddy-duddy, and there would be cake and ice cream and presents, but that was about it.

A few months ago, Anna checked out this book from our library. The book ignited a long extinguished flame in me to create this party for Anna. Enjoy the pictures. It was a lovely afternoon, darlin'!

Anna and I made the placemats and decorated the silverware.

Jelly filled (gasp!) white store-bought bread.


"Tea cups" on doilies look ever so fancy!


My first attempt at homemade cake. The guests added sprinkles galore!


"Tea" is apple juice with ice and apple slices. The guests were very thirsty.

The hostess with her company.


Working on our tiaras was such fun.



So was wearing them!

Aren't they lovely?


Then, on to the refreshments. Don't forget...pinkies up, ladies!


The singing of "Happy Birthday".


Parfaits can be quite messy. Thank goodness for napkins!

Now here is a young lady who came prepared to be fancy!

It is always good to enjoy the outdoors on such a fine day.
These young ladies were exceptionally polite and lifted my drooping spirits yesterday. I thoroughly enjoyed our afternoon!


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  1. KarenSeptember 6, 2010 at 8:12 AM

    oh so cute!

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  2. RebekahSeptember 6, 2010 at 8:44 AM

    The girls had a wonderful time! Thank you for preparing such a lovely afternoon for them!

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  3. ElisaSeptember 6, 2010 at 4:29 PM

    Aw, I love this! Even though I have boys, I just thought the other day that I should institute "tea time" at our house. It would help me relax at least a little, while the boys enjoy a cookie and tea (they like warm tea!). I think you did such a great job! It looks fantastic!

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