When I was a kid, the rationale my father always used when asked "WHY do I have to clean up my room?" was that the queen might be coming for tea. I grew up with the notion (probably not unusual in the colonies) that Queen Elizabeth was taken to randomly dropping in on her subjects, and that one must always be prepared to welcome her royal personage at any given time.
Forty years later, my housekeeping skills haven't really improved, but I now feel totally confident that I could welcome Liz at a moment's notice. I found this incredible hand-embroidered Coronation tablecloth at the thrift store the other day. It is indeed a tour de force.
It doesn't look as if it was ever used. Same old story - too precious. And I guess Her Highness never dropped in.
I can't decide whether to give it to the next monarchist I meet, or to put it on EBay. Or maybe to keep it on hand, just in case.