Showing posts with label easter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label easter. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Wardrobe Wednesday

Several weeks ago Violet's Grandma went on a dress buying binge. Given my recent sewing obsession, Violet's closet is beginning to look ridiculous. Of course, that did not stop me from making a new outfit for Violet.  I spent a week appliqueing t-shirts for the baby girl cousins (No I didn't take picture. Shut up.) and Violet made a few suggestions for her own shirt. Ok. Twist my arm little girl.


I managed to save this for Easter morning. The pleated skirt was actually super easy. The applique? Not so much. Don't let those other craft blogs tell you any different. Applique is HARD.

Alas, this labor of love was overlooked in favor of the purple dress Grandma bought. 


I'm not bitter. She looked too cute for me to hold a grudge.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Dear Easter Bunny

*Transcribed last night, by Daddy.

Dear Easter Bunny,

     I would like to have some jewelry in my Easter basket please.  How about some gold pennies.  How about a jewelry pony or a pony with some jewelry.  Lots of jewelry or a necklace with a picture of a cat.  I have a cat named Mittens, I love her.  If you have a lot of dollars how about a bracelet.  Do you have a lot of toys, do you like little girls?  I watched a funny video with a bunny, but its not a real bunny it just eats them.  Of course I would like some candy in my basket.  I like suckers, and we have none in the house.  I'm a pretty little girl named Violet.  I like to play dress up.  I like you.  You are a pretty bunny, and I am your friend.  You know; I would like a big huge rainbow diamond on a necklace.  I would wash it and take care of it.  You have to take care of Jewelry.  You should not keep it in a dirty place like the basement with Bob the Dragon.  Can you get me some jello jigglers, I ate some and they were good.  Just a little bit of chocolate.  Chocolate says "I love you".  What do you do every week?  Play games, video games, Candyland?  Do you like Legos?  Can you also bring something for my Mom and Daddy?  Mommy likes Reese's peanut butter eggs.  Daddy likes Mommy.  I like movies, sometimes Daddy doesn’t let me watch them.  Did you jump on the couch when you were a little kid?  My favorite toys are dress up and jewelry.  Do you dress up and wear jewels?  I think you’re a human that dresses up as a bunny.  Do you have fur, like Mittens?  She needs her claws out.  Do you have claws?  Be careful not to step on my toys if you come in my room.  I like playing Candyland.  I wish I could live in a candy castle.  It would be fabulous.  Do you know about fabulous?  How about bringing something for Mittens, like a chew toy.

Love,
Violet

Happy Easter!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Egg Repurposing for the Mayonnaise Phobic

Mayonnaise scares the crap out of me.  I don't much care for the looks of ketchup either, but mayo is the one that really gets my gag reflex humming. In general, I am leery of any shiny, white, sauce-like substance. You never know when it might be mayonnaise and for some reason people think it is perfectly acceptable to lie about the mayonnaise content of a dish just to get you to try it, hoping you will leap your feet and  proclaim, "I was wrong! Mayonnaise is the food of the Gods. Please may I have some more?"



I may have some unresolved issues from my childhood...



The day after Easter, all anyone can talk about is egg salad and deviled eggs.  I mean, what else does one do with 2 dozen brightly colored hard boiled eggs?  In fact, this week is actually National Egg Salad Week.  I will be staying in doors with the shades drawn, lest I glimspe salad dripping zombies wandering up and down my street looking for stray eggs.


Here's my mayonnaise free solution to the Post-Easter egg crisis:

1.  Send your husband (cabana boy, butler, teenage child- whatever) to the grocery store to purchase pickled beets.  He will call you several times to say he cannot find them. Persevere. Pickled beets are usually located with the canned vegetables and not with the dill pickles.  Do not give in to your husband's tears. He will find the beets.



2.  Peel the eggs.  This will be difficult, what with all the distress calls from your husband at the grocery store.

 
Do all the bluish ones first because the shells will look pretty on the yellow counter top when you photograph them.
 
3.  Convince small child to try a hard boiled egg while you exasperatingly patiently wait for your jars of beets.
4.  When the husband finally arrives from his grocer's odyssey, dump everything into a lidded bowl. If you have ginormous food service jars lying around, they work even better. 
 
5.  Leave the eggs and beets in the refrigerator for  a whole day.  Do not be tempted to cut into one after 2 hours just so you can photograph it for your blog.  It won't be totally pink yet, and therefore not nearly as tasty.
Just Say No to Mayo!


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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

He is Risen

My darling husband works second shift. This suits our situation perfectly, given the age of our child. Aaron has Fridays and Saturdays off. We did this by design. Most of the year, the "Lord's day" is just another day and given my husband's irrational rage over Sunday retail hours, it is best that he is safely at work on this day of rest. So, when Easter Sunday comes around, I must take myself and our precious heathen bundle to his family's Jesus festivities without him. My mother-in-law drives us and we park on the street to facilitate a speedy getaway. I love all the Christian holidays and take special joy in reminding people that Christmas trees and the Easter Bunny are actually expressions of Pagan tradition. It also allows to me buy a lot of chocolate in the name of the goddess or the rebirth of Spring or whatever. Aaron's family is decidedly, blandly Christian. They are mostly the kind of people who go because "you're supposed to", like registering for Selective Service or filing city taxes. Uncle David is the joyful exception to this rule. He is giddy for Jesus and why shouldn't he be. He's wealthy, he's a surgeon, he lives in his Mini Mansion in a development that used to be a huge family farm. At Christmas, he's happy, but at Easter he busts out the button. I call Aaron at work and challenge him about David's button. Where did he wear it? Was it on straight? Did he bring it up in conversation? It has never failed to appear at Easter Dinner. It is a small slogan pin, with a rainbow and the phrase He Is Risen. The first time I saw it, I didn't think much of it. Maybe they handed them out at services? I don't pretend to know what kind of ritual takes place in church on Easter. When the pin reappeared the following year, I knew that I finally had a reason to get out of bed on resurrection day. This year, the button was squarely on the pocket of his shirt, no funny business. In the past, it has been comically askew or randomly placed, leading me to believe that he puts it on in the dark. It is always the same button. Aaron has speculated that every Easter it is lovely removed from a glass case and then returned again at sundown for safe keeping. I would be really disappointed if I were to discover that his church does hand out the same buttons every year and that he simply tosses the pin in the trash at the end of the day. This Easter, David managed to incorporate his button into an innocent conversation with his one year old granddaughter. She's probably the only person who listens to him.

*This blog partially inspired by the Minnesota Matron.

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