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My First Tea Party Lady

The first Tea Party Lady in my life went almost completely unrecognized, I'm sad to say, until long after her death. 

My grandma, Anita Mabel, born in 1912, somehow held herself together through childhood neglect and abuse, an alcoholic husband, poverty during the depression.  She was a survivor, no doubt about it, but she never got to enjoy being a Tea Party Lady.

(Note: I changed the title to MY First Tea Party Lady, because folx looking for the VERY FIRST Tea Party Lady were mistakenly ending up here.)

Introducing The Tea Party Lady

The Tea Party Lady is not a person, in the strictest sense. The TPL, like the inner child, the inner bitch, and other sundry aspects of our personality, resides deep within a person, sometimes unrecognized until some event or trauma brings her to the fore.

In this post, I will try to acquaint you with your inner Tea Party Lady, her characteristics, her good side, and her dark side.