Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Tea Give Away Winner at DTR's blog

A bridal shower setting at DTR

Hey Ladies,
One of my blog friends won!  So go over to DTR's blog and see (then send me your address via private email-:)).

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Need your opinion on books!!

Please go to The Denver Tea Room blog and give me some ideas for books for our Book Lovers Tea Salon.  You might even win some yummy tea and I'll love you forever.  Well, I already love you forever-:).


Monday, August 6, 2012

Book Love - Up at the Villa, Time and Chance

Finished Up at the Villa a couple of night ago.  I like Maugham and had not read this one.  I liked it very much.  Some people don't care for his writing style as it seems to sit back and watch the characters.  But I really enjoy him.  I'm about halfway through his biography, given to me at Christmas, by my sister.

I'm working my way through this one (500 pages), and I'm really enjoying it.  It is the second in a trilogy by Sharon Kay Penman about Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitane.  Lots of political plots and personal vendettas.  If it were only that, I shouldn't like it.  But she writes her characters so well and they do come to life for the reader.

On deck for reading in the near future:  The House Next Door by Anne River Siddons (an old one I've always wanted to read), and Sea Change by Karen White (new release).

I've had a very busy and noisy two weeks.  When I wanted silence, I retreated to my office and curled up with my book.  I don't know what I would do if I couldn't read. 

What are you reading?

Friday, August 3, 2012

Handwriting from a ghost

Today at the tea room, I was straightening up the countertop and came across a recipe scribbled on a notepad.  I had to stop and do a double take and wonder when my mother had written out the recipe.  Turns out the handwriting belongs to my sister.

Her penmanship, while lamentable and illegible, looks so much like my late mother's.  And then to add to that, the recipe was on a notepad decorated with roses.  My mother always used stationery with roses on it.

For a split second, my heart hurt.  And then I smiled because my mother managed to pass down a little bit of herself through her daughter.  It was a nice thought.