Last weekend Marty decided to take me away for a belated birthday celebration. I ended up in the Four Seasons eating afternoon tea while dressed in ripped jeans and a faded conference t-shirt. I was adequately dressed for the walk we took in a Japanese garden but in no way prepared for dining amongst ladies who lunch. There were even people wearing traditional kimonos, though I imagine they were part of the many weddings taking place in the grounds of the hotel.
My sister asked me today if they put us in a corner. She was right, we were seated in a corner and hidden from the view of passers by. It hadn’t thought about it but it had happened to her when she visited an expensive tea house in Tokyo. But then not only was she wearing casual clothing, she had also managed to cover herself in mud after falling in the gardens. I wasn’t covered in mud, but I was rather hot and sticky.
Once the afternoon tea arrived my concerns about my outfit were quickly forgotten.