80s Easter awesomeness

It used to be frilly lace, hats, and gloves, combing the church lawn for chocolate eggs in pastel foil, baskets bursting with plastic neon grass.

This year, Easter will be burgers and burnt hot dogs (just the way I like them), with the next generation hunting for treats, trying to keep the pug brigade away from chocolate.

Strange to think how fast time flies when these photos seem like just yesterday…

Happy (early) Easter, ya’ll!

Maybe I played Peter Cotton Tail in the school play. Maybe.
Easter Zombunnies.
The smell of vinegar still takes me back.
It ain’t Easter in the 80s without ruffles and lace.

And the pièce de résistance, courtesy of my Marm just after posting this…

Mom says: “It’s not 80s without curls.” Yes, yes, yes.


Easter things:

Baby’s first Easter

NaBloPoMo April 2015

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