Behold the bunnies of Lenox:
Behold the mutant ninja turtle of Easter eggs:
I’ve decided to stop pronouncing this word: fantastic as fanTAStic and start pronouncing it f’nTAStic.
That is all.
The two eggs with the darkest backgrounds were a wedding present from my uncle the priest. He gave us three actually but don’t get me started. The other four are modern creations done by my BFF by marriage. That is to say the person who married my BFF.
It’s hard to pick a favorite. But here’s something you should know about the beige and white egg: the shell was dyed and then shallowly cut away exposing the undyed surface and resulting in this design. Pretty cool.
The display plate is Stangl’s Golden Blossom and that abstract design is a flowering perennial plant known as lupine which grows in NJ. I’m thinking of selling of most of my Stangl to finance my vintage china habit but every time I look at even a single piece, I now I’ll never be able to do it.
In other Easter news, there’s a butter lamb a’comin’.
Right on schedule, Chelsea Clinton is pregnant. How conveeeeeenient! Vote wise, this is better than a dead Hawaiian grandmother.
UPDATE: Maybe I didn’t call it. I had some notes written in November for a post predicting this but I never published it. The draft is titled Mrs. Mezvinsky’s Baby. Here are the notes:
HRC run for prez
only thing missing is grandmotherhood
chelsea pregnant in 2014 then miscarrage
real baby in 2015. elderly mother. prenatal care.
Taking back healthcare. Out with Obamacare. In with “Chelsea’s Law”.
You know, , it’s happened before that I would blog about something and then within two or three days, a big name blog would be posting abut the same ting in almost the same words. It happens on Twitter a little bit I think because I don’t have very many followers but still it happens. Twitter is different from blogging though because the rapid timelines make it easier to copy something, imply its your own and then it gets buried in the crush of a million other tweets.
But this. This is big. Remember this?
Now look at this. I think Mad Men bought my old luggage.
This is a scene from the Episode 1 Season 7 that broadcast on Sunday. I admit I didn’t catch this as I was watching but it sure did jump out at me when I read the Mad Style recap at Tom &Lorenzo. I taped this show because they’re always so dreamlike that I need at least two viewings to make sense out of it, so I am going to watch again and if I see anyone walking around in that airport carrying a little gold train case, well …
I am more pleased than spooked about this. As much as I like California Pete with his floppy hair and his tennis sweater swagger, as soon as I saw him I knew that meant I’d never see him in the same room as Stangl Amber Glo again. And now, Airway Harvest Gold luggage. Very gratifying.