Remembering Easter

Growing up in an Italian household, nothing was ever wasted....my Mom loved to knit and crochet, when she finally sat down after a long day... in her later years, she used all of her scrap yarn, but mostly crochet cotton, to make pot holders....utilitarian necessities for every woman who cooked!

On special occasions and holidays, Mom would gift us with her beautiful crocheted treasures....mine were pastel coloured because of my love of flowers, and Micki, my sister would receive brightly coloured ones to suite her decor!

These are the lovely colours she used for me, and when pulled out of my dining bureau and grouped together they made a
perfect little Spring vignette...

Mom had great tension in her work, and it was executed with perfect stitches....
The small chocolate coated almond candies were Easter staples at our home, and Mom would fill all her candy dishes with them.....

Here you can see here lovely handwork...the soft sherbert colours were perfectly suited to my love of transferware and flowers..and the soft colour ways I prefer to decorate with...

I have a few of these sweet, vintage glass flower baskets which I pull out to decorate with at Eastertime.....they look lovely filled with flowers, and I have grouped white pansies together in them.

I have saved this beautiful vintage card for years, given to me by my sister, Micki....
Anything with personal meaning is employed to remember another time...

The small candy dish is a collectible, Staffordshire with a Crown insignia on the back...

This robin's egg blue Murano vanity mirror is one of my favourite pieces....
I usually pull it out of my bedroom for Easter....

You can see some tatting work, on a hot pad made with a vintage linen round....

I have had this paper mache bunny mask for years, and when the boys were young, they would parade around pretending THEY were the Easter bunny!!!

Nests do not play a large role in Italian Easter celebrations, usually spring lambs and eggs are more preferred symbols of this special and holy feast day....but I have come to treasure this nest....I discovered it at my Mom's grave last Spring, on Mother's Day, nestled in the flower container on her crypt....perfect, with two small robin's eggs...
I was so happy when I found it, I felt as if she was still watching over us, my sister and I...like any Mother would! I tucked it into my urn this past Christmas with greens, and here in my Spring decor...I will store it under a glass cloche for safe keeping...for future celebrations.

For me, Easter is like all my holiday celebrations, recalling memories from my past, and embracing customs and traditions, for my family to uphold and cherish.

It is good to be home, although I love to travel, home is best!

Wishing all my readers a Happy Spring!


N.xo