An Easter involving an inherited love of drowsy, stretched-out-on-the-floor sun:
Eleventh hour ‘tree’ decoration:
A proper go at the Wurm hat. Blissful, one evening knitting with Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran, stash leftovers:
Kneading (squishing) Cathie’s yummy recipe dough:
Theorising why the hot cross buns came out NOT cross buns and why the second batch of hot and VERY, VERY, CROSS, kid-decorated buns, emerged from the oven, without a single furious expression. Not enough flour in that decorative paste stuff. Same mistake, every year.
Yeah, alright, Cheeky Chops.
A no idea what I am doing oh my goodness those are HORSE stitches (where’s that Guru when you need her?) stab at the quilty thing.
’Tis the season. Just can’t be without something on the sticks, preferably in blue.
An Easter family get-together meant there was more than a little of this:
Which led to an obscene amount of this:
And cat-that-got-the-cream this:
Enough to make my zen approach to Easter, ‘oh just give up for the weekend’, toes curl. Enough for my kids to sit at the table and come over all ‘YES! You’re a STAR, Mum!’ when the salad-only meal involved every scrap of raw vegetable nutrition I could scrape from the bottom drawer of the fridge. Not one that would usually be deemed the winner dinner.
Hope your weekend hit the perfect balance.