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Sunday, August 28, 2011
Tea Cozy Love!
Why don't Americans have tea cozies? In fact, most of my American pals don't even know what a tea cozy is, let alone own one.
Just about every self respecting tea drinker in the UK owns one if not two well used, tea stained tea cozies and perhaps a "special" number that's reserved for when visiting royalty happen to be passing by and in need of a good cup of tea.
I think it's time for a tea cozy revolution in the US. I just love these kitsch knitted delights, rather like my grandmother used to knit, but with a little more tongue in cheek involved. I plan on selling these at my new English cafe and tea place once we are up and running. So stay tuned and keep your tea hot with a saucy tea cozy!
Just about every self respecting tea drinker in the UK owns one if not two well used, tea stained tea cozies and perhaps a "special" number that's reserved for when visiting royalty happen to be passing by and in need of a good cup of tea.
I think it's time for a tea cozy revolution in the US. I just love these kitsch knitted delights, rather like my grandmother used to knit, but with a little more tongue in cheek involved. I plan on selling these at my new English cafe and tea place once we are up and running. So stay tuned and keep your tea hot with a saucy tea cozy!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
More tea poetry: Thomas Hardy: At Tea
The kettle descants in a cosy drone,
And the young wife looks in her husband's face,
And then at her guest's, and shows in her own
Her sense that she fills an envied place;
And the visiting lady is all abloom,
And says there was never so sweet a room.
And the happy young housewife does not know
That the woman beside her was first his choice,
Till the fates ordained it could not be so....
Betraying nothing in look or voice
The guest sits smiling and sips her tea,
And he throws her a stray glance yearningly.
And the young wife looks in her husband's face,
And then at her guest's, and shows in her own
Her sense that she fills an envied place;
And the visiting lady is all abloom,
And says there was never so sweet a room.
And the happy young housewife does not know
That the woman beside her was first his choice,
Till the fates ordained it could not be so....
Betraying nothing in look or voice
The guest sits smiling and sips her tea,
And he throws her a stray glance yearningly.
Anyone for...Poems about Tea?
Carol Ann Duffy
I like pouring your tea, lifting
the heavy pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup.
Or when you’re away, or at work,
I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.
I like the questions – sugar? – milk? –
and the answers I don’t know by heart, yet,
for I see your soul in your eyes, and I forget.
Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon,
I love tea’s names. Which tea would you like? I say
but it’s any tea for you, please, any time of day,
as the women harvest the slopes
for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi,
and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea.
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