I’m normally a huge holiday junkie and, drunk on anticipation,  I set out my decorations weeks in advance.  Easter is, I think, the only holiday that I reserve until the day-of. Something about Lent makes me feel too somber, I think; it’s such a period of waiting that setting out the bunnies and eggs before the penultimate high holiday seems almost like opening your Christmas presents early.  

And so it was with the promise of rediscovering the contents of my closet holiday box that I left J’s side and headed home this evening.  We spent a fun-filled day in the city–mass, then brunch, then a movie–and as hard as it was to pack it all back in my car and head home, it was worth it to rediscover these:                                                           

Easter egg candles, easter bunny basket, and stuffed springtime animals; and                                            

 

Easter/Spring time dishes.  YAY.  I’m so, so excited to start using these again.  I realize it’s a bit sad, getting all giddy over ceramic dinner ware.  I’m easy to please like that, and hey, there’s nothing at all wrong with simple pleasures.