Spring! (pic heavy)

I got a gift this weekend. My father's mother was a crafter. Always into every kind of craft and proficient at most of them. My mom's mom was always a little jealous of her for her talents, but she said she was not a good cook (the highest slam my gramma could make). If that talent is inheritable, I got some of it. My parents had a lot of ornaments she made, but not many Easter ornaments. My uncle and his wife got the handmade Easter eggs she made. As time has passed, she decided to offer them to us, since I have a daughter, so they came:

 

 

I thought there would be maybe a dozen, there was a whole box of them.

 

 

 

I wish I could show you the sides of this one, but I have to fix it. After 40 years, my kid got a hold of it and tried to pull the chick out. What can I say, she's my child. I would have done the same thing at that age.

Pretty in a 70s kind of way

None of them will light the art world on fire, but it's having something that was my grandmother's that is thrilling. Hopefully, Someone Small learns to be gentle, so she can help hang them up.

 

Speaking of her, we went to see the Easter "butty" this weekend.  My husband does not understand this, but it's fun, and, judging by the line, I am not the only parent doing it, so we had a good time. She gave the bunny a hug and blew a kiss, and didn't want to leave. I told her I didn't think the other kids would be happy to have her in their pictures.

My mom bought her the dress. She looked very cute in it. I also put sandals on her, since it was warm. She liked them, but she was quite worried about leaving the house without a "tote".  I told her it was so warm we didn't need to wear a coat--I forget how, at this age, her realm of knowledge doesn't go back far enough to remember it's not always cold and snowy.

 

And when we came home, we cleaned, but she was so tired, she took a LONNNNNNG nap

 

(And we won't discuss why she has a sunburn on her face from Friday)

 

Ohh, and I wanted to thank you for the responses to my post yesterday. Sometimes, I feel very alone in matters of money and guilt, but it's good to know I'm not the only one out there who is trying to do better or at least live a little simpler. But a new day, new chance to start fresh! (Although I opened the closet in Someone Small's room this morning to get something and discovered more stuff . . . I'm starting to think I dance a lot closer to the land of Hoard than I admit I do, but that is not today's issue.)