It’s that time again… time for less words and more photos.
Every month I join a bunch of bloggers who are taking a break from all the words and telling their stories with pictures. We post 10 photos on the 10th of the month. At the end of the post you’ll find a link to the next person and their 10 photos… and then you hop along the circle until you come back to me (check out Feb and March). Make sense?
No? Eh, don’t worry, just scroll down…. (where you’ll find I recklessly disregard the ‘less words’ rule)
Here’s what Easter looked like in House Thud (Game of Thrones people. It’s back in two days!)
Yes, I know rabbits are pests blah blah blah…. they’re also FREAKIN’ CUTE! And they poo chocolate eggs. Thank you Easter bunny! Thank you Canberra for being infested with the bunnies.
I had the whole fandang family down for Easter Sunday. Trust me, there was a lot of food, but I didn’t care about any of that. I was all about the pretty. I spent way too long trying to set the table…
I’ve had this branch hanging on my wall since Christmas. It was my rustic, no-chocolate Advent Calendar. I keep meaning to take it down….. but look, my laziness came in handy! Instant Easterfication with a garland of circles cut from old Beatrix Potter books and sewn together.
As usual, I let Pinterest corrupt my plans. Apparently people do Easter trees now. So of course I had to have one. And when I say ‘tree’ I mean ‘twigs in vase’. It has no presents underneath, so I’m not really sure what purpose it serves, but I thought it looked pretty. Especially with my beloved family of felt ball animals…. Sylvanian Families eat your hearts out.
Please stop and appreciate this egg. No, I mean it. Please linger. Admire. Comment on how beautiful the bling egg is. Do you know how much effort went into this stupid thing? Have you ever blown the yolk out of a tiny hole in the top of an egg? It’s bloody hard. You blow until your eyes bulge and your pelvic floor starts to give. It’s highly unenjoyable. And then you sit down with a bowl of glue and a tray of glitter which ends up everywhere including on your eyeball… I sacrificed for this egg. Enjoy.
I did mention I didn’t care about the food, but I did care about the cheesecake.
Of course there was an egg hunt. It’s Easter!
When my nephews arrived they ran straight for the backyard looking for eggs. There were no eggs because the bunny was not particularly organised just yet…. Mister Nearly Five walked up and said “Aunty, did the Easter Bunny come here? I can’t find any eggs.”
One of my very special skills is thinking on the fly…. so I said, without missing a beat, “Well, yes he did come and hide some eggs, but you know what I had to do? I had to go and collect them all because I knew you were bringing your puppy today and dogs can’t eat chocolate and I didn’t want him to find any of the eggs and get sick, so I found every last egg and put them away, and I thought maybe after lunch I could go and put them all back where I found them and then you boys could run outside and find them. Just don’t tell the little boys because I want it to be a surprise for them, ok?”
“Oh, ok,” he said gravely. “Dogs can’t eat chocolate cause they could die.”
“Exactly,” I said, and we both nodded with much seriousness.
Bless his little cotton socks… Thud was not exactly sure what was going on. All he knew was his cousins were running around like wildlings and he had to follow. Luckily his adorable big cousins dragged him along and kept popping eggs into his bag. Sharing is caring.
It’s not the end of a hunt until you’ve tipped your bag out and tallied up your takings. It’s the law.
The end. Except for the grammatically ambiguous sign…
The next person in the photo circle is Shannon from My 2 Morrows – a gorgeous blogging friend who I met in real life last month at a Problogger training event in Sydney. That’s Shannon, 2nd from right, standing next to me.
So now hop on over (geddit? Hop?) to Shannon’s blog for her 10 on 10 xxx