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Easter Fun

My mom was a phenomenal mom. She didn't have it easy being a single mom but I have very vivid memories of yearly traditions that the two of us shared as I grew up. We made our own Christmas ornaments, strung popcorn, made cookies from scratch and decorated them. Each holiday had it's own fun. Every year at Easter she made a bunny cake, from the time I was a baby. And each year we got out the cookie cutters and made cookies to decorate. She still has the cutters and made them for my niece this year. You can check out her blog  here. Now, I haven't really done any Easter stuff in years. I think the last time I dyed eggs I was still living at home. I always aspire to do it every year and have even bought the dye only to get busy and never get around to it. But this year I made a valiant effort to be more festive. So last week, I pulled out my batch of hard boiled eggs and took to decorating. While it made me miss my mom immensely, it was also very fun and quite comforting. I even decided to blow out a few eggs so they would keep longer and literally with the first puff I made, I felt like I was 10 again. It was really weird, but in a good way. So I dunked and dipped and dyed all afternoon. Now I don't know why it took me so long. What a fun tradition. And such beautiful little gems, wouldn't you agree?




Ready for dipping









Waiting to be discovered




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Unknown said…
Luv them!! You did a great job.
April 10, 2012 at 7:41 PM
Unknown said…
Gorgeous photos. Would love to know what lens you used to shoot these. I always enjoy seeing your photos and your creative eye behind them. Just wanted you to know I nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. Check out my post about it at: www.keystrokesandkaleidoscopes.com Kirsten ☺
April 26, 2012 at 1:07 PM
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