The modern version usually takes place as an afternoon tea, with an outrageously delightful and colourful array of miniature (and oh so delicious!) edible items.
Whenever I attend a High Tea, I always feel proper. There's a mixture of excitement from being away from my children for the afternoon; nervousness about wearing a dress; and exhaustion because I would have stayed up all night shaving my legs for the occasion, making sure I didn't leave that one frustrating line of hair to glisten in the sunshine for the world to see.
Even though women aren't judgemental, and would never pay attention to that tiny detail and refuse to forget that time they met you and you didn't have your legs shaved properly... Women never hold onto random information like that, right?
High Teas are nice, though. Fancy clothes, delicate teacups, miniature food to eat daintily (you know, instead of shoving it in my mouth mid sentence because we're constantly running late), e.g.
I instead find myself crossing my legs like a real lady, practicing correct posture, taking the time to sip and enjoy a cup of tea (while it's still hot!), and not speaking with food in my mouth!
Perhaps it's just the novelty of an afternoon out of the house, with other ladies and no children!? It's like I'm reminded that I am more than tracksuit pants, crying preschoolers, dirty dishes, and disgusting floors.
And this was what I created: Pink, yellow, purple, blue, orange, and green pastel, pretty, mini, floral cupcakes :)