On Sunday we left the boys with my lovely Mother in Law and snuck away for a few hours of just us - no children, smart clothes, make up (more for me than him - he'd look daft in lip gloss) and giddy on the high of all that freedom we headed to The Ritz for a fancy pants tea.
I don't know what I expected of The Ritz - I was nervous that I'd show myself up as some hideous pond life - but the staff were wonderful and I had an utterly magical time. I could have eaten about seventy more salmon sandwiches but I thought I'd better be a little better behaved. Everything was delicious. Daddatwo had lapsang souchon and I had something with rose petals in which was far more delicious than I'd expected and tasted of childhood summer with my Grandparents (both sets, either set - both had wonderful gardens) and the whole experience was just made of happy.
I also got the pianist to play us a song; he didn't know any Lady Gaga (sadly) but he played "How Deep is Your Love" for us. Cheesy :-)
Silverware from The Ritz - lamps from TKMaxx
Very delicious Strawberry Thing
Regal teapot being all silver and liony - this is the teapot I want for my collection next, thank you please.
People, gilding, luxury (all still quite TKMaxx though!)
I don't *fully* understand why there's a sofa and newspaper in the ladies 'cloakroom' - if I sat there and read that the pianist would TOTALLY think I was having a dump because I'd been there so long. Mind you - that explains the paper - even posh ladies like reading material when they poo!
I'm trying to convince Daddatwo that we should decorate our hallway like this...if it's good enough for The Ritz!
The doormen were very, very nice and made me feel special - but they don't take great photos.
I know that 'adult time' (not like that, minds out of the gutter!) can be pretty contentious as a topic but everyone has their own way of doing it - we don't get much, partly because we were stupid enough to move hundreds of miles away from all our family and friends just before we had a baby, partly because we're usually too poor to go anywhere exciting, and partly because we genuinely like being with our boys and being a family unit. Having said that - every now and then I do so love to abandon them and run into the sunshine in actual high heels knowing it's very unlikely that anyone's going to vomit into my cleavage or wipe their nose on my shoulder.
It's the little things.