I said I wouldn't be decorating for Easter this year. And I really thought I meant it. It's just coming so early and so fast, and let's face it, it is totally winter outside still.
But when I finally took down the last of my little Christmas ornaments off my wire tree and replaced them with Easter ornaments Jack got really excited about Easter coming. So while he slept Friday, I drug out the Easter stuff and put it out for him to find when he woke up Saturday morning.
And I found some things I had tucked away and forgotten about and am crazy about this year. I remember when I bought these eggs I was skeptical. They are a bit too 70's for me, but I couldn't just lave their patchworky goodness at a yard sale. I think she made them with those old pantyhose eggs, L'eggs. I was wrong to be a skeptic, they are darn cute in a big basket.
I remember buying this nutcup at the antique mall and being so excited to finally have a nutcup. Yes, just one, but I have one! And he's a cute 'lil chicky too.
I think I rummaged this egg out of a bag filled with gaudy plastic Christmas ornaments. Soft millinery flowers, a velvet ribbon and pearls on pins. Just my style.
When I found this bunny I was amazed she had survived. She is made from a real blown egg shell, with big chenille stem ears and the cutest little flowers on top of her hat. She always makes me smile with her crafty cuteness.
I showed you these painted blown eggs when I found them this summer, but I always have a hard time deciding what to do with them. I realized they fit perfectly in those disasterous Martha Stewart pipe cleaner baskets from last year. And this egg is a spectacular example. Her work is so fine and perfect.
I also finally (!! how did I lose it?) managed to find Jack's Easter basket. Now all we need is to go visit the bunny , and we are ready. Sort of. :-)
P.S. A few things from last year are getting love too. This basket , and this one too , this pair of bunnies , and mustn't forget this sweet wreath . I am glad I didn't leave them all in hiding until next year after all.