Tea Party

And two for tea: a garden tea party.

Every year my sister throws a garden tea party.

She makes a lot of food.

And a lot of tea.

A garden tea party.

A garden tea party.

A garden tea party.

A garden tea party.

I spent most of the time chasing my nephew Dylan around.


He won’t sit still and I think he has OCD because he will walk in a circle and up and down stairs and in and out of a door for hours and won’t move on if you try to block his path.

I may be the mean aunt who tries to block his path.

He talks.

Well, I don’t think he says real words but everyone else seems to think he does.

Tea Party

Tea Party

Tea Party

And all the girls kind of rocked.

Tea Party

Tea Party

Tea Party

Tea Party

Tea Party

 

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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