[ listening to: Phil Wickham – True Love. The perfect Easter song]
Something about Easter really captures spring for me. It truly is a beautiful holiday. And I’m talking more than the array of candy, bunnies, baskets, baby chicks, and all that good fluff. Although, I used to LOVE waking up on Easter morning and running out to check what was in my Easter basket and mowing down as much candy as I could, before getting all dolled up in my pretty dress and heading to the Easter service. At the time, that was probably the ONLY occasion during the year when I wanted to dress up…my, how things have changed. I’d also like to add that it’s always this time of year that I crave to watch Willy Wonka and decorate Easter eggs. Apparently, I’ve reverted back to the ways of a seven-year-old.
Now, while the true meaning of Easter is a glorious one, and much more than it’s been commercialized to be, that certainly doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy getting all jazzed and stuffing my face with Cadbury Eggs. (Even though they always hurt my teeth when I eat them, which can’t be a good sign, but hey, I always keep coming back for more.) By all means, join me in the stuffing, and have a fabulous Easter!!
- correlating pictures are limited, so I thought I would document a few outfits from the festivities of the week as well. [This is also for my benefit, because on creative days, I like to put random things together… but on the days when I’m just not feeling it as much, I won’t for the life of me remember what I put together].
|They don't make Easter goods like these anymore.|
Easter morning-early '90's
[Note the Bulls Starter Jacket. This treasured gift will be mentioned in future posts.]
|Look at that little, innocent angel|
Easter Sunday -1993 (?)
|Finally got my Oxfords. Naturally, I had to find an outfit to go with them the very next day.|