I hope you all had a beautiful Easter. It’s not all about the clothes, I know, but for most of you readers and for this Nana, it is SOME about the clothes.
Robert Burns described my Easter ’16 when he wrote,”The best laid schemes of mice and men (read “Nanas”) gang aft agley, An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain…”
That is not to say that my guy and I did not experience the sacred joy and meaning of Easter. So I can’t say that I experienced “nought but grief an’ pain,” but there were some regrets.
We had planned to join our daughter, Rebecca, and her family to celebrate Easter Suday with her in-laws, who are dear friends, across the state. But a monkey wrench was thrown into our plans Saturday–the very day I finished Easter duds for 3 yo Vivian Rose and 7 yo Alastair–the very outfits I was to deliver Easter morning to them. (Yes, I cut it close. I always do.)
So Rebecca scrounged through Vivi’s wardrobe and pulled out this old bishop, which has been around the block about as many times as the mailman. Still, it is presentable if not new.