A very Happy Saturday to you! How are you? Are you doing well? I hope you’re soaking up your summer and working on that tan. (Or if you’re like me and burn easily… resting in the shade lol). Today, I want to share with you one item that I use in little space that is so precious to me: mugs. That said, let’s dive into today’s story.
We all have our own special items that we use in Little Space. I am no different. Many littles think that there is a “status quo” of things you need to have to be a little, such as: pacifiers, onesies, or a crib. I know, because at the start of my journey I believed this too. But over the years I’ve learned that the happiest little space is the one that you cultivate to suit your needs. For me, that’s having space for tea time.
As a young girl I always pretended to have tea parties. I remember my mother yelling at me because I had literally worn out the “Alice in Wonderland” VHS tape! But I couldn’t help it, I simply loved watching the Mad Hatter tea party scene over and over again. Colorful tea cups of every shape and size dotted the long dining table. Puffs of steam ribboned the air, as Alice poked her head around trying to catch a glimpse of the Mad Hare, tiny mouse, and Mad Hatter. Then they sang that song:
I would sit there, legs criss-crossed on the family room carpet, mumbling the words softly along with the movie. “Nature suggests that we can only get ONE birthday, but you have 364 Un-Birthdays…”. Is there anything more delightful? 🙂
So naturally, I played tea parties with my American Girl dolls on my bedroom floor for hours. I made up all kinds of scenarios with my Ken doll marrying Samantha, and creating households that would rival the “Real Housewives” series (lol!). Each year, from an early age, my parents would gift me a precious, porcelain tea set that I kept on shelves along the walls of my bedroom. Some children had sports trophies, I had a collection of tea sets.
And then life changed.
At the age of 9, my parents began to argue more often. Infidelity rocked their marriage and my Mum couldn’t handle life. So, she turned to booze and tried to tune out the world. My brother retreated into his cocoon. And I, dove into my world of make believe. One night, completely drunk and in a rage, my mother stormed into my room late at night. I shot up from being asleep blinking my eyes. I hardly remember the things she was screaming about life. I only remember the sound of glass shattering all over me, the bed, and the walls as she threw every tea set I had everywhere. It was all gone. Every last cup had been broken, and for the longest time, so had I.
Years, and years later after discovering “Little Me” I began to repair this part of myself. I went out and chose colorful, little mugs to use for my own tea time. I’m not keen on getting on the floor anymore with dolls. Instead, I choose colorful boxes of tea to try, (Builders is my favorite!), and make myself a cuppa. 🙂 I take my time, like its own form of meditation, and smile as I drop in several sugar cubes. A dash of cream rounds out my tea as I slowly stir it to perfection. Each mug has it’s own special meaning. One mug reads: “Are you Kitten me right meow?” while another says, “Wake up and be awesome!”. Each mug, carefully chosen, and designed to make me smile.
In the end, I did become Alice in my own version of wonderland. I’m just Alice…. in little space. 🙂
What special items do you use in little space? Comment and let me know! I’d love to hear from you. That’s it from me for this post, my friends. I hope you all have a lovely day. Stay tuned for the next topic, and as always, keep on smiling! 🙂