Anyone who knows me well will tell you one of the things I love more than anything is celebrating life with friends. With Easter, one of the calendar’s biggest celebrations, just days away, I’ve made sure I’m as organised – all I do is organise – as possible.
Not so very long ago when I was young I used to prick holes at either end of an egg and blow as hard as I could to get the egg out, then dye them and cover them with stickers. Since then I’ve become a little more sophisticated thanks to ‘Martha’ . The egg has been a symbol of fertility since the Romans – no fools them – figured it out. Easter is named for Eastre the Anglo-Saxon goddess of spring, which is where the bunnies (originally a hare) and the eggs come in. I’ve cornered the market in rabbits, and their relations, in every shape and form. In Christian faiths, as I’m sure you know, Easter is more significant than Christmas as it marks the resurrection – but I’m going on here, you can Google this yourself.
images care of Martha Stewart
Every country has it’s Easter tradition, America’s Easter Parade with its hats being one of the more popular – if you’re still looking for ribbons and notions to trim an Easter bonnet, I have to say I have a heart-stopping selection at the store, not that I like a show off. While on the subject of over-exuberance, I hope you’re all aware that the connection between your child’s hyper behavior and a sugar hit is just so much nonsense and myth, otherwise mothers country-wide would act crazy every time they snuck a few Tim Tams from their secret stash. So do me a favour and let everyone enjoy as many Easter eggs as they like.
Tallulah’s easter hat parade
In the middle of my Easter table I’m having a parade of multi-coloured plastic chickens and roosters, who look as though they’re wearing Missoni, and they do make me laugh. My only concern this holiday is my daughter Tallulah’s horror when she found out Robert and I are flying to Hong Kong on business on Easter Sunday; she cursed me as a bad parent. I only hope I’m there to see the look on her face the day it dawns on her just what peas-in-a-pod she and I are. That will be Easter, Christmas, and a couple of birthdays, all in one.
PHOEBE’S POINT I’m the go-to girl for Easter bonnet ribbons and Easter table decorations and, for goodness sake, eat as many Easter eggs as you want.
hop to it!
Anyone who knows me well will tell you one of the things I love more than anything is celebrating life with friends. With Easter, one of the calendar’s biggest celebrations, just days away, I’ve made sure I’m as organised – all I do is organise – as possible.
Not so very long ago when I was young I used to prick holes at either end of an egg and blow as hard as I could to get the egg out, then dye them and cover them with stickers. Since then I’ve become a little more sophisticated thanks to ‘Martha’ . The egg has been a symbol of fertility since the Romans – no fools them – figured it out. Easter is named for Eastre the Anglo-Saxon goddess of spring, which is where the bunnies (originally a hare) and the eggs come in. I’ve cornered the market in rabbits, and their relations, in every shape and form. In Christian faiths, as I’m sure you know, Easter is more significant than Christmas as it marks the resurrection – but I’m going on here, you can Google this yourself.
Every country has it’s Easter tradition, America’s Easter Parade with its hats being one of the more popular – if you’re still looking for ribbons and notions to trim an Easter bonnet, I have to say I have a heart-stopping selection at the store, not that I like a show off. While on the subject of over-exuberance, I hope you’re all aware that the connection between your child’s hyper behavior and a sugar hit is just so much nonsense and myth, otherwise mothers country-wide would act crazy every time they snuck a few Tim Tams from their secret stash. So do me a favour and let everyone enjoy as many Easter eggs as they like.
In the middle of my Easter table I’m having a parade of multi-coloured plastic chickens and roosters, who look as though they’re wearing Missoni, and they do make me laugh. My only concern this holiday is my daughter Tallulah’s horror when she found out Robert and I are flying to Hong Kong on business on Easter Sunday; she cursed me as a bad parent. I only hope I’m there to see the look on her face the day it dawns on her just what peas-in-a-pod she and I are. That will be Easter, Christmas, and a couple of birthdays, all in one.
PHOEBE’S POINT I’m the go-to girl for Easter bonnet ribbons and Easter table decorations and, for goodness sake, eat as many Easter eggs as you want.