Because I couldn't possibly expect my family to know that I wanted this, I went ahead and treated myself during a mid-day visit with Sarah to a local cooking shop.
An old-fashioned tea strainer. It works beautifully for my strong Irish Breakfast morning tea, and for an afternoon cup of chamomile. Chamomile from our garden. Which returned gangbusters this spring. Smelling of honey and sweetness.
I now feel like a real lady for the fifteen minutes I spend with my tea each day. Gardening-induced dirt under the fingernails aside . . .