I like it when my tea loves me back.

Is this what Little Red had in her basket on her way through the woods to grandmother's house?

Some people LOVE tea. Like really really LOVE it.

As an American, I'm not super familiar with the traditional high tea ritual. Once for a bachelorette party I had tea at the Bellagio with a bunch of fancy ladies. We had champagne and lots of tiny delicious foods. This cake would have been a gaudy yet not unwelcome addition.

It just doesn't get much more whimsical than itty bitty flower teacups for fairies who want to drink from your fingers.

Are there a couple of little Alice-like feet sticking out of that striped blue cup? Oh whimsy, you've done it again.

I've never really wanted to eat a cup of frosting before. Here's proof that my mind can be changed after all!