I know some of you will find this hard to believe, but I've never had afternoon tea (feel free to insert gasps). I've had tea and scones in some charming little shops in England, and one day plan on having high tea at the Ritz or the Savoy but that's the closets I've gotten.
But after afternoon tea at the Grand America I realize how right Henry James is. Very few things are more lovely than afternoon tea with friends--especially ones that will allow you to attach ridiculous fascinators to their heads.
These lovely ladies are some of the dearest friends a girl could wish for. Not long after I moved to Salt Lake, I joined a dinner group and what a dinner group it was. These ladies not only provided some yummy food, but filled a gap in friendship I needed after leaving Provo.
Plus, we're kind of ridiculous. When we got into the elevator we all checked our hats out in the mirror. Of course which meant that we needed to document it and had to ride it for a few times as we tried to get a good shot (harder to do in a moving elevator than you may imagine).