No time for teacups....

So sorry.  My computer was overrun with malware this weekend.  My cpu guru and dear friend has been working with me to get it off, and somehow I've lost lots of data.  So no time for the fun part of computers.
Hard work first.  I may have lost some of your comments that weren't published yet.  And I've also lost all my emails and address book.  I apologize, you may resend if you don't see yours.  And I'm working very hard and trying not to panic.  Patience, Marsha, patience. 

Teacup Thursday

This little pattern charms me. 

I've always loved the strong color combinations.

 And so does my kitty Sarah.

  

Tea Cup Thursday

My Teacup for Thursday

A bright golden sunny one......

 

It cheers me.

Where it began.......

Tea is and has always been an important 
part of my life. 

My German grandmother always served tea to my English grandfather early every afternoon.  
And often I was there.  

He especially enjoyed home made grape jelly 
on toast with his English Breakfast tea, therefore I did, too.  
Nothing fancy, just very simple.  

And my grandmother made a big deal about the bubbles in her teacup.  This tradition meant money would be coming her way. She would gather them in her spoon, and slurp them, giggling away.  We were always amused.  
To this day, I try to pour from the pot to 
get as many bubbles as I can.

            This is where my tea interest began. 

 

 

And continues today through my times with friends, earlier with my Tea Room, and has already started with my oldest granddaughter, now just three. 

Let the Tea Times begin for her. 

Here, she is helping me set the table, 
with a little help from our kitty Sarah.