You want to know one more thing I love about London? Instead of just the usual 3-day weekend for the Easter holiday, we got four days off to celebrate. Four! The best part was, we’d just returned from Ireland two days prior, so that extra long weekend was much needed before our lives had to get back to “normal”. (I’m not really sure what normal is for us anymore, though.)
We ordered take-out for almost every meal and I watched a bunch of shows on TV that shall remain unnamed because I’m embarrassed to admit I watched them. (But they might have been about a few filthy rich, catty women living in Beverly Hills. Don’t you judge me!) And then there was Easter itself. A practically perfect in every way day – except for the rain. The unpredictable English weather foiled our plans once again, yet we found a way to work around it, as you do.
Easter morning began as it always does, with the basket full of candy and little surprises. Finding a wind-up chick in your Easter basket isn’t nearly as fun as playing with real ones, but it made us all smile remembering the year we got to spend Easter with our fourteen baby chicks. I miss my babies.
Funny story about those watercolor paints – I bought them a couple weeks before Easter to put in Lexie’s basket, then two days before Easter I hear Lexie rummaging through boxes in the laundry room. She’s looking for her old paint set and can’t find it anywhere. (What happened to it in the move, we’ll probably never know.) But I felt terrible because she literally looked for over half an hour, getting more and more frustrated, and the whole time I wanted to tell her not to worry about it because she’d be getting new paints in a couple days, but that would have spoiled the surprise! At least we got to have a good laugh about it on Easter morning.
You’re welcome for that fascinating picture of my hallway! There is a purpose for sharing that. Normally Lex makes us cards for holidays and our birthdays. We don’t let her buy us anything because, you know, we’re anti-stuff. And we don’t want her spending her own money on us because that’s backwards – we can spend on her, but not the other way around. Anyway, she wanted to do something special for us, so she made us hide in the other room while she prepared a trail of Easter notes and pictures leading from the living room, down the hallway, and into our bedroom where she was hiding with the last one. It was super sweet and creative. Man, I love that girl.
Our traditional family photo suffered this year because of the rain. Our flat is a rather uninspiring place to take photos, not to mention kind of small for setting up a tripod. Last year we had a creek, wooden bridge, and gazebo as a backdrop. This year we had…a white wall. Yippee. Given the fall-ish look of our clothes, you’d never guess this was an Easter photo either, would you? But hey, it was 48°F and raining – who wants to wear a bright, sleeveless dress in that?
By the way, if you click that link above, check out how much Lex has grown in a year. I’m so close to being the short one in the family. I had much better hair last year, too. Life is so unfair.
Given the fact that we haven’t lived around family who would normally cook Easter dinner for us for seven years now, we’ve started having a picnic lunch every Easter just the three of us. (Lex and I even had one on our own last year just to keep the tradition going since Cory was already living in London.) I don’t do anything crazy like actually cook for it – we just pick stuff up at the store and eat it outside. This always worked out well at our home in Tennessee since we had a multitude of great places to picnic on our property and a gazebo to sit under if it were raining. Here in London, we don’t have quite the same luxury. We do, however, have a small garden that we share with the other tenants in our building and that’s where we’d planned to have our picnic, but then rain happened.
I refused to let it thwart our plans entirely, though. So even though it was a little lame, we spread a blanket out on the floor in the middle of our living room and had our picnic – all while trying not to feel weird that we weren’t eating at the table three feet away. Darn you, English weather! But hey, we had cupcakes decorated with flowers and bunnies – how much more Easter-y can you get than that? So there you have it, Easter London-style. How was yours?