There’s something about getting all dressed up that still makes the girlie girl hidden deep within me flutter with excitement. I never wear proper dresses and heels in London (work clothes don’t count). The walking, the raining, the cobbled streets… unless you actually want to sprain your ankle or god forbid, to damage the perfectly patently shiny heel of your new shoes, believe me you do not want to wear heels in London.
But of course, having afternoon tea at The Ritz falls outside of my no-heels rule. Not in the least because you have to dress up to even penetrate the revolving doors that hold the rich and beautiful in, and well, normally holds the rest of us out.
But we were all intent on being “in”, so dressed up we got.
After much deliberation about what we were all going to wear (a little trickier for me, might I add, since my boxes of clothes have already been shipped off to Sydney), my girlfriends and I showed up at The Ritz on Sunday, all purrrty and stuff, ready to pretend like we’re proper ladies. The pretence didn’t last long.
Tea at The Ritz is a very posh affair. Held in the Palm Court, we’re surrounded by men in jackets and ties and ladies who look like they actually wear dresses and heels every day. We couldn’t pretend to be posh for too long, where is the fun in that really? Certainly not as much fun as being ridiculous in the mirrors when trying to take decent photos.
Honestly you wouldn’t believe we were in our 30’s would you.
Anyway the food was delicious – standard afternoon tea sandwiches, scones and pastries – except better, because they come around with trays of more food, topping you up. That’s always a win in my books 
afternoon tea finger sandwiches, scones and pastries
eton mess
Victoria sponge
Afternoon tea is always fun, I don’t think I’ve ever not liked eating precious little finger sandwiches and nibbling on miniature sweets. Tea on Sunday was tinged with sadness though because I’m leaving my armour of girlfriends behind. Yes I did just use the word “armour” to describe my gorgeously dainty girlfriends.
And why not? They’ve always been there for me, they protect me, they make me strong and most importantly, they make me shine
Le sigh.
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