I love traditions. Eating fondue on Christmas Eve after midnight mass, playing football in the street before Thanksgiving dinner, and hunting eggs on Easter Sunday. I've been very lucky that wherever I am on Easter, that tradition has been accommodated - as a kid, my family and cousins would all descend on one house in Bethany Beach, DE and all the grandkids would tear around hunting for eggs and easter baskets after church. My Uncle Frank was notorious for hiding eggs in the most impossible places and would go so far as to dig a hole in the sand, drop in an egg, and cover it. Problem was, ours is a family of dog lovers, so digging in the sand is a great leap of faith - or desperation.
Eventually, most of my cousins got old enough that the novelty wore off and it was pretty much just my cousin Kim and I climbing over each other on the egg hunts, but we didn't care - it was always fun. One year in college, my good friend Klayre invited me to her parent's house in Spring for Easter. There we were - two twenty-somethings running around the cul-de-sac like maniacs looking for plastic neon eggs.
Last year was the beginning of the ultimate Easter Egg hunt for me when I realized what a gold-mine we had at the Nautical Shop with all the potential hiding places. (Since I've known my husband, he's always been a good sport and humors me for things like this, but I really had run out of hiding places at our house so it couldn't have happened at a better time!) So, we began the first annual come-one-come-all Nautical Antiques Easter Egg Extravaganza:
It was a roaring success. So, despite the fact that Ike temporarily soured our newfound shop venue, the show had to go on this year. And it did. At casa de Willthing. One important thing to note about this year's eggs: because I waited until the last minute to buy new plastic eggs (the ones I had from last year were Iked) and discovered that Walmart, Randall's and Kroger were fresh out, we had to improvise.
All I can say is thank God for aluminum foil. And Happy Easter. I know ours was!
The great thing about holidays is the people that you get to see and spend time with. This year's easter was no different..... although i did spend a little too much time talking to sailor jerry.