Tea for two (or nine)

Held a tea party for my beautiful and darling friends. Pretended to be Clarissa Dalloway.



Tea party aftermath



"But suppose Peter said to her, 'Yes, yes, but your parties - what's the sense of your parties?' all she could say was (and nobody could be expected to understand): 'They're an offering'; which sounded horribly vague... what did it mean to ...her, this thing called life? Oh, it was very queer. Here was So-and-So in South Kensington; someone up in Baywater; and somebody else, say, in Mayfair. And she felt quite continuously a sense of their existence; and she felt what a waste; and she felt what a pity; and she felt if only they could be brought together; so she did it. And it was an offering; to combine, to create; but to whom?" - Mrs. Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf