Saturday morning was crisp and bright, and I wasn’t sure my south Alabama body was going to be able to handle the shock of 14 degree weather. But Ashley reminded me that I wasn’t an 85-year-old woman who couldn’t leave the house because of the weather, so I bundled myself and the girls and we headed to our first estate sale.
There wasn’t a price tag, and I was scared to even ask. I just knew once they told me, I’d walk away disappointed again. I found someone official looking and asked the price. Are you ready for this? $125!!!!!!!! Tray and all!! Still I hesitated. “We don’t have the money. I shouldn’t spend it. My heart’s beating really fast. It’s William Rogers silver. I know it’s the real deal. I know it’s a great deal. All the tea parties we could have….Aggghhh” Finally, I just did it. I stopped thinking and just purchased. I even got up enough courage (through Ashley) to be a haggler and offer $100. The little old lady nodded her agreement to my price, and I felt like I was absolutely robbing her.
As I walked out to the car, bearing my purchase proudly in my hands, with a smile spread across my face, I heard loud squealing from inside the car. I quickened my step, worried something was wrong with my little breakfast eaters, but when I got the door open (somewhat awkwardly with such a big rattling tray) I saw it was Pace, squealing in sheer delight, “Is it ours?!” she asked. “All ours,” I grinned back. “Can we have a tea party?” “Absolutely!”
We made Ashley our guest of honor, since she was responsible for getting us all to the estate sale in the first place. Then we spent the drive home planning exactly what we would serve at our tea party. I bore her proudly into our home and set her down on the dining room table, at eye level with two happy little girls, so that they could really inspect the shiny new wonder. “Momma,” Pace said reverently, “can we sing Happy Birthday?” I smiled at my little mini-me. I knew precisely what she meant. It was her birthday, even though she was born many years ago. It was her first birthday in our family.
All three of us sang and laughed at the silliness of it all. Then we made our grocery list and headed out to procure the vitals. We made chicken saladAnd cut out our sandwich bread, since little ladies never eat crust 🙂We made our favorite fruit saladAnd what would a tea be, without scones?Sadly, our guest of honor was on call, and the hospital was more demanding than we were. So, when night had just dipped her mantle over our little home, we gathered at a tiny white table in a room filled with the baubles of childhood, and we had our tea by candlelight.I delighted in serving my closest friends on our very finest, and we welcomed our new tea service with a maiden voyage that was the best we could dream together.And I determined, it was worth every single one of those hundred dollars we spent.