The steel cut oats boiled over this morning leaving a gooey mess on the stovetop. The dog threw up at my feet as I frowned over the oatmeal. The outdoor thermometer shows it is 18 degrees and the dog needs to go out. The undecorated Christmas tree looms in my peripheral vision reminding me that it needs some decorations. The flour bag fell off the shelf, broke and there is flour all over my pantry room floor. Knitting? Three hats, three pairs of mittens and all must be knit in the next three weeks. A quilt sandwich must be put together so I can start quilting by hand my daughter’s Christmas quilt. So, what is a girl to do?
I’m thinking it is time for tea.
I own three teapots and this is the one I use the most frequently.
It still needs a hand-knit tea cozy however, it is properly stained on the inside as a good teapot should be.
My all-time favorite tea.
( I’m so pleased to have found a tea shop in Colorado Springs that carries it so I no longer have to order it from Boston.)
I have plenty of spoons so please stop by and join me! If you just so happen to be an elf, bring your job references.