Saturday, April 3, 2010
Oh how I love this holiday! It brings out the kid in me. I remember we used to get these wonderful chocolate eggs, that were like a little gift box, and inside were chocolate kisses. And a lot of my friends didn't get them, but got coconut eggs, or those strange fruit and nut ones (yuck) so these made me feel very special. We always got an Easter outfit and I adored getting all dressed up. Patten leather shiny shoes, a frilly dress and always a hat. We would promenade all over the neighborhood after church and again I felt so special. (I am the youngest in the pict) When I had my girls, it was my turn to make them feel special. We had all sorts of fun events leading up to the big day. From making Easter bonnets, to having our very own egg hunts, to the dying of the eggs. This was their Daddy's area of expertise! We would set up our special white glass mugs (used especially for this task so you can see the colors better) in would go the vinegar and water and the special fizzy tablet. The girls would take turns, with the youngest one always plopping her eggs in with a flourish and a resounding "Plop and crack".....lol They would stir and stir until the eggs were just the color they wanted, and then out to dry and to add stickers or little hats and faces. But the fun wasn't over just yet. Out would come the paper towels and paint brushes and my young ladies would "paint" with the dye and make the loveliest of pictures. Then for the finale, the swirling would begin. Both sitting up on the counter, their Dad would pour the dye, ever so slowly and carefully into the sink, adding the colors they would tell him to, to make the most interesting combinations, as they spiraled down the drain. A round of applause as the final cup was emptied and the big smiles told me all I needed to know - they felt very special.