Another Easter memory I have is of the ubiquitous Easter egg hunt. I was always the kid who could never find the eggs as fast as the other kids. I remember seeing an egg on a lawn chair and running towards it only to have a little boy swoop in and snatch it before I could reach it.
And then there was the dramatic plastic egg incident. When I was three years old I thought it would be a good idea to take 1/2 of a plastic Easter egg and smash the sharp rim against my forehead. This resulted in lots of blood and drama and a trip to go and get stitches. I still have the scar today and every time I see a plastic Easter egg I have a little giggle.
Thank you for such wonderful art and a great blog! I love today's art! You were an adorable little girl -- and the dog is precious! You know, my daughter and I both could identify with the sharing vs. the only child thing -- our typical answer is, "Sorry, we're only children -- we don't share!" Keep up the wonderful work -- you inspire me!
All the best,
Ann from NY
You were probably too young to remember, but one of the most memorable easter Egg hunts for all the wrong reasons was the one I hosted in Windermere. I never gave a thought to the Florida sunshine and bought only chocolate eggs, which in no time were reduced to a molten mess, which the kids gleefully spread all over their new clothes. Naturally, i didn't get invited to host another event. How did you ever survive such an inept mother. Love you darling.
i love you!!!!!!!!!