Bettysday in the Northwest

While not actually taken on Bettysday, this picture sums up the morning for me. I received "I should like a plunger, sir" during the Bettysday Commemorative Exchange of Crafts (Betty Kylene embroidered this little beauty in a dark car on the way to Seattle...very resourceful of her, I'm sure - it also doubled as a hostess gift - for the dubious pleasure of sleeping on my living room couch). The dahlias were picked up at Pike Place Market after breakfast at....

...The Crumpet Shop. While the toppings were perhaps not traditional (frankly, they should have been dripping with butter), they were yummy and easy on the pocketbook.

I'll skip ahead to the culminating event of the day. Afternoon tea at the Queen Mary Tea Room. I was definitely under dressed for the occasion, but my days of changing clothes in the back of a great socking Bentley (and by that, I mean minivan) are all but extinct. While a tad pricey, the Queen Mary Tea Room was well worth it. We were quite glad to have reservations as this tiny little jewel was packed at 2pm on a Wednesday afternoon. They were very accommodating with substitutions after Betty Keira and I explained that we would not like tea in a box, not with a fox, we would not like it here or there, we would not like it anywhere. The hot chocolate was delicious - not reconstituted Swiss Miss. (For those who do like tea, they have about sixty varieties!!)