07/21/2026
One of my favorite girl’s afternoons.
Last week, my daughter, daughter-in-law, and I escaped to The Whitby Hotel in Manhattan for afternoon tea. For a few hours, we left behind our emails, errands, and responsibilities, and simply enjoyed being together.
That’s what I love about afternoon tea. It’s special. It’s an event.
There’s a rhythm to it. Sweet and savory served side by side. Beautiful china. Tiered trays. A proper pot of tea.
Growing up in England, afternoon tea always felt like a celebration of slowing down. It’s indulgent in the best way, not because of what’s on the table, but because of the atmosphere it creates and the people you share it with.
Some traditions never lose their charm. ❤️