We mothers know the strengths of each other’s sons so well we could have written their high school recommendations.  We share pride in our boys.  We help each other.  The only regret I have about my years at CSB is that I wasn’t here from Kindergarten so I would have had more time with this marvelous “Mothersisterhood.”

Most of you know I’m a bit of a foodie, but I don’t think any of you are aware that my favorite meal is TEA!  By that I mean a proper afternoon English  tea.  I’m throwing us a tea party replete with a wide array of tiny sandwiches with the crusts cut off, pastries and scones and lots of champagne and oh yes, tea.  Earl Grey and Lapsong Suchong and Rose Petal with milk and one lump or two?  When I was a student in London, I would skip lunch a couple of times a week so I could afford tea at the Ritz or Fortnum and Masons.  I learned a lot about the ritual, particularly how to bat my eyes at the waiter pushing the pastry cart and ask how many I was allowed to have.  I never had less than two and neither shall you.

We’ll have scones and clotted cream AND butter and jam.  We’ll have short bread cookies and such sandwiches: cucumber, smoked salmon, asparagus & egg, curried chicken & thinly sliced green apple, roast beef & horseradish cream and who knows what else I will dream up between now and Sunday June 7 between 2 and 5.

 If the weather is fine we’ll be out on the patio under the bamboo.  If it is gloomy, my living room is quite roomy.  There is room for all of us.  Wear the beautiful hat you bought for a wedding ten years ago and haven’t worn since.    I have one the size of a garbage can lid I can’t wait to pull out.

Royal Tea at the Ritz Carlton is $49, and they don’t refill your champagne glass like I will. Since we won’t have the harpist to serenade us,  your “Me Too” price is $40.   I’ll send you home with door prizes of centerpieces and corsages and boxes of premium teas and whatever champagne we don’t drink.

 It will be fun to have a last fling on Sunday before Graduation!