Yes it’s THAT time of year again!
I love Easter. Like I really love it. It is right up there only a smidge before Christmas. Sometimes when I think about a Cadbury bunny it could even slip into first place. But now the chocolate makers are on to that aren’t they – making chocolate Santas and such – to appease people like me. Anyhow…
Easter is brilliant. Especially now we have kids and the joy is just triple-fold (literally now we have 3 kids).
A massive part of Easter in our household is the Easter Bonnet Parade. Having three girls, the Easter Parade is a big deal in our house. Now in saying that, we are very casual in our approach – our creations, whilst amazing to the eye of the beholder, may not be the best in show – but that’s not what matters is it…
The best part is the process. I find Easter a magical time to spend with my kids with all the DIY craft on offer. And now that places like Kmart make the all-in-one packs – it’s never been easier.
Come Easter time, our dining room table converts to a giant craft table equipped with masses of glitter (much to husband’s dismay), poms poms, the excellent yellow chickens that will never go out of style, all sorts of shapes of styrofoam eggs, glue, streamers and cardboard galore. It’s a kids’ craft paradise.
There are those that recycle their hats from year to year. Not me. I get that this would save a lot of time come bonnet-making week, but as much as I love making them, as soon as that parade is over it’s in the bin. Where in the world can you keep something so large and full of glitter for another year? Certainly not at my place.
Yet come parade day I am there, front row with camera in hand, so utterly proud of my daughters walking with a giant cardboard, glittery mess on their heads. Their smiles say it all. I have a bank of photos permanently in my mind of my favourite snippets of the girls’ lives and bonnet parades are front and centre.
My eldest is turning 9 so I fear the bonnet parade days are slipping from reach – but I hope there is just one more this year.
For mum’s sake perhaps.