...or rather, coming from a family whose tradition is just that. Sort of.
This past weekend I traveled to a small community near Seattle where some family members live, and enjoyed afternoon tea with a few relatives and family friends...and about 200 other ladies. The tea was put on by the local historical society, a newly-renewed tradition in that community from earlier in the last century. We enjoyed lovely teas from a local vendor as well as the usual dainty tasty teatime fare, all while watching a fashion show featuring over 100 years of amazing ladies' clothing: all beautifully-preserved dresses, coats, shoes, and accessories from the incredible hand-sewn prairie dress worn across the country by an early settler to a floofy flowing flowered caftain that must have hosted fabulous cocktail parties in the 1970s, and all the wonderful fashions from the decades in-between.
My sisters and I blew the dust off boxes from our closets and pulled out treasures from our family's past...teapots and teacups of course, as well as table decor and, of course...hats for us to wear.
Our own table decor had a fashion-theme...inspired by this smartly-dressed lady in the green (and her shadow with the pink hoop-skirt and flowered bonnet) probably from an ad in Life Magazine (just guessing, because of her size) that our Granny had meticulously cut-out and saved years ago...and of course, Granny's own accessories (she was a lady who never went into town without a hat and gloves...and saved every single piece of anything she ever owned).
Some of the hats, including this white-feathered number with delicate rhinestones, had belonged to our other grandmother who must have been quite a standout in church on Sunday in the farming community in Idaho where she lived.
This little book is full of hand-colored photos of Paris, probably something brought back as a gift by one of the boys who had written Granny postcards from Europe during WWI.
More of Granny's postcard collection was put to use, scanned and copied as place-cards on the table, with our names written by my sister, a talented calligrapher. And she used probably my very favorite postcard of all as my own place-card!
Everything has been packed back away for now, but what fun to pull out all the old hatboxes full of goodies and put many of them on display...our Mom had fun seeing all those precious things she remembered. It was neat for us to share them with the other ladies at the tea, and thanks for letting me share them with you!