birthday tea party
By Patricia Belyea
SEATTLE WA Being born a twin includes, for me, sharing a womb, a childhood bedroom, and even boyfriends as teens. It also means sharing birthdays—as little ones, a pink cake for Pamela and a blue cake for me.
This morning Pam and I met at Miro Tea in Ballard at 8am. Pam was invigorated from her 6:30 yoga class, across the street at Kula Movement. I pulled myself away from cutting up triangles of indigo fabric to make our date. This was the only time we could get together to celebrate our birthday.
In a tea shop filled with 200 teas and herbals, I ordered up a chai latte while Pam got her regular bright-green matcha latte. Huge GF tea cakes with wallops of dark red jam in the centers stood in for our colorful cakes.
The tea shop monthly features a different artist. Around us were gentle urban paintings of Jim Stoccardo, a Seattle artist who transforms cityscapes with unexpected inhabitants.
Although we’re neighbors, Pam and I have both been on the run these days. Refreshing tea, time together and a lovely spot to chat made a great present. So was the two-week pass to Kula from my sis. What a marvelous way to start the day and a new year.