rose grey, lady grey, chai, sleepy time, chamomile

Tea, tea, tea, tea, tea. There's nothing better then sitting down in front of the television with a pot of a tea, an awesome housie, a blanket and puppy. It's the stuff dreams are made of.
There's also nothing better then sitting in a big cosy chair with a cup of tea and a good book (and maybe a puppy).







Dear Tea,

i love you
And I don't think I tell you that enough. I know you have only come into my life recently but you have changed everything so dramatically, you've altered my perspective on life.
Every morning when I wake up all I can do is think about seeing your face, spending time with you, feeling your soft kisses. Mornings, morning teas, afternoon teas and nighttime. You and I have an all day love affair which shoots lightning bolts through my body.
There's something magical about you that turns me into a fiend, it's in your kisses (that's where it is). They're searingly hot at first, like you've lit my lips on fire. They melt me. The fire from your lips spreads all over my body and settles in my tummy.
I know that my love is both real and true because when I know we're going to be hanging out I get super smiley and the butterflies invade my stomach to practice their aeronautical routines. When we make plans to watch late night movies I run around like crazy trying to get everything organised and perfect before you arrive.
It has to be true because your touch affects my entire being - it reaches deep inside my stomach and swells around in my heart.

I want you, NOW.
(L)