Easter Related

Yesteray was the annual Biggs family Easter potluck. Lots of yummy food + an egg hunt for the kiddos = lots of fun! I love getting together with my dad's side of the family and just shooting the breeze and stuffing my face with lots of homemade and not so homemade goodness. Anyhow, here are some shots of the little ones hunting for eggs. "Hunt" is actually not the right word. There were so many eggs and so few places to hide them, we did away with the pretense of hiding the eggs after too long and just kind of scattered them on the lawn. It made me sad to think how few kids were left participating in the traditions I once enjoyed. It makes me feel like it's all going to go away and my kids won't remember it.

Do you see this plant Aiden is digging into? It was prickly. One of my cousin Garret's girls was complaining that it hurt. Jenny (Garret's wife) just said, "You gotta want it." It was hilarious. It reminded me of dad's, "Are you any smarter?" comment whenever one of us hurt ourselves. She just fits right into this family.

Rosie, Shannon, Kendra and I enjoyed looking at all of Kelly's wonderful Pottery Barn knock offs! I wish I had gotten a pic of her Bingo card hanging-awwwwesommmme! But that seemed a little tacky. And I found out she has a blog which I feel compelled to share because it is AWESOME! It's mydeartrash.blogspot.com. I'm not so into the garage sale stuff, so skip over the clothing posts and look at Kelly's posts. They'll knock your socks off! Also, loved the baby shower post she did...anyone ready to plan a baby shower? Just copy that!

In other news, you can now refer to me as Seamstress Hollie. Okay, not really, but I did make a skirt for Miss Mae! And can I just toot my own and say cute!

Now, pay close attention to the bias tape. I love that part of the dress, it's the part that made me feel most like a sewer. It was also the bane of my existence. Or was that the unpicking? Or was it the gathering? I don't know, but I did it and I love it. THANK YOU sooooooo much, Kayleen, for your time and patience. I owe you lunch, woman (and maybe an arm and a leg as well, but definitely lunch)!

Mabel loves it, too!