Easter

Easter is my favourite. Because of the Chocolate, and the certain romantic feeling in the air. We get to celebrate the resurrection of our Saviour, and reflect on our own re-birth. Easter is like getting a fresh start. All sinners love Easter best. Well this sinner does.

I adopted the yarn tradition from my friend L. Miller. Soon Isabella will be old enough for some really artistic webs. Can you guess what I learned for next year?

Still can't guess?

And here is my masterpiece. Seven dozen sparkle eggs. An idea I got from Hamilton's Easter Dinner last year.

Thanks E. Hamilton, A. Gordon and A. Martinsen for the inspiration.

I started blowing the eggs on boxing day. I think the chil'ns had fun colouring (not dying, there was some trauma over the meaning of dye) the eggs. Well maybe Luke was a little bored dunking his two eggs in plain water. But he did enjoy smashing them. We made a huge mess of the Gibb's backyard. Sorry and thank you SCES Gibb.