I'm getting wrapped up in organising a High Tea.  I'm loving the combination of gorgeous embroidered linen, beloved china and sumptuous baking. I felt we needed a logo and came up with this bit of stitching.

Before I wander off to dream about little cakes, what would your perfect High Tea include? Is it club sandwiches and macaroons, or scones and cream.  Tea cosies on the table or silver teapots? What would tempt you? Let me know. as the menu is still in the making.

I thought I knew my mother's sewing stash inside and out.  It turns out I was wrong.  When mum saw the winter coat that I made earlier this season, she mentioned something about pink tweed.  My mother doesn't wear pink tweed, never has, probably never will.  On the other hand, Great Aunt Evelyn would have worn pink tweed.  She would have worn it with a flourish.

Mum passed me a scant metre of the pink tweed she has secreted away from my Great Aunt's collection of fabrics.  After some redrafting, a ruched collar and a very Jackie O 3/4 sleeve, this jacket was ready to go.

Some might call the shorter sleeves thrifty.  Perhaps a cuff would have helped to make this look a little more deliberate.  As the blossoms are on the trees at the moment, I'm calling it inter-seasonal.

Miss H picked the purplish buttons out of my button tin. The lining is a pink and purple watercolour print satin from the same Great Aunt.  While you can't see it in these photos, given that I have 5 metres of it, I'm sure it will make another appearance at some point.  I love that this coat is made entirely from carefully saved items that have been waiting patiently to find their use.

In a home where every cupboard is brimming with china, every cabinet is a China cabinet.  I could wax lyrical about cocktails, shakers and flashy glasses but at the end of the day what I'd love to sit back with is a cup of tea. 

This little cabinet made its way into our home a few weeks ago.  There's very little chance of it ever being a cocktail cabinet again. The end cupboard is just right for the DVD's and a little safer now that the drinks tray is disabled.

My dearest beat me to it and started to fill it with books. Miss H was a very willing accomplice.  As I shuffled the cabinet around, moving books and arranging china, she stood by, arms folded and frowning - "Dad said only BOOKS". While there is still a little space in there for books, he will have to be quick.