I put together this little caddy for the boys. I'm always guzzling tea, sometimes the boys join me, but quite often they are left out of this goodness altogether. I know. Not fair, right?
After thrifting just the right vintage, two-cup teapot (and already having a thousand vintage tea cups) the rest of the caddy came together quickly :: we have three variations of tea - chamomile, fennel and a mix called 'bad weather brew' which smells reviving and warming (we're waiting for a gloomy day to try that one); a little wooden scoop; two silver teaspoons to make stirring in your honey a little bit special; and a strainer.
Now whenever they feel like a brew of their own they goto the cupboard, get their tea making accessories, ask mama to boil the kettle and they choose the tea, fill the pot, and there they sit with pot, cups, spoons and honey and tuck in. And like with anything which comforts it's mostly the ceremony of it all that is most satisfying.