the tea fairy

When I was a little girl there was nothing I used to love more than waking up before my mum on a Saturday morning and being 'the tea fairy'. I used to carefully make a pot of tea, set the tray with the pot, strainer, 2 tea cups and saucers. Sometimes, for the want of real flowers, I would roll pieces of paper into rose shapes and tie the ends with one of my hair ribbons and spray them with a little of my body shop 'tea rose' perfume. I would carefully carry this tray up to my mum and dads room and proudly place it on the floor next to their bed. I'm sure it probably annoyed the hell out of my mum and dad who would have preferred a lie in but it was a special thing I liked to do.

 And so it seems does Rebe, although this morning she took it to new heights and made cakes before I was up. 

When I got down stairs I found the kitchen door firmly closed with these notices taped onto them:

 'If you want a cofy tell my and I will make one with hot water from the tap'

'doo not come in bkus (bakers) tidying! OK'

I was allowed to sit and knit in the living room and was brought my coffee (thankfully made with water from the kettle not the hot tap) until the bakers had cleaned the kitchen and set the table:

 (oh dear God!)..the green stuff is the icing gone slightly wrong as is the lumps of buttery stuff on top is also icing gone wrong

What a glorious breakfast: coffee, a sweet, sweet card,  and an even sweeter cake

a good start to the day

 even Jack enjoyed one of the cakes

 how I love this gorgeous, sweet girl

even if the sink does end up smeared with more butter than went into the cakes in the first place.

It was a good day all together: cake for breakfast then Rebe had a friend to visit and they all worked very hard in the mud kitchen and building site in the garden, leaving me with time on my hands for some crafting. Then we ended the day going out to a cafe for dinner where we ate far too much. Benny complained that he was so full that even his ears hurt :-)
Hope you had a lovely day too :-)