I planned to sew Beatrix a new dress to wear on Easter Sunday. I ironed fabric and assembled pattern pieces and laid them all out on my desk for motivation. I spent the week looking at them, busy with other things. I thought that I would just spend Saturday sewing. I spent Saturday morning running errands. I came home and decided to clean my room and I even asked Jonny to help me rearrange the furniture. That took all day. I pulled Larkspur’s Easter dress from two years ago out of the attic and tried it on Beatrix. It fit perfectly and she was thrilled at the prospect of wearing it. I’ll sew her that new dress sometime soon.
Sunday morning was cold and gray. Larkspur cried when I told her she had to take off her ripped long sleeved play dress and put on her short sleeved birthday dress for Mass. She thought I was very cruel, so I didn’t make her take off the red sweat pants she was wearing underneath her dress or the funny socks and dirty shoes. I cast out the thoughts of myself on Easter Sundays as a child wearing a new dress, little white gloves, and even carrying a new straw purse sometimes with tiny pencils and paper tucked inside. I buttoned Beatrix into her coat and yelled for everyone to get in the van. We were late. We usually are. As everyone piled in, cries rang out over a bad smell. “Everybody check your shoes!” But the smell couldn’t be traced to an offending mess on the bottom of anyone’s feet. There wasn’t time for further investigation, and I couldn’t smell whatever it was anyway. We arrived at Mass just as it was starting, but thankfully there were plenty of seats available because Easter services are held at our local expo center every year. About five minutes after sitting down, Beatrix needed to go to the bathroom. I took her. As we exited the bathroom, Larkspur came running up, needing to go too. I told her we’d wait outside the door for her. Standing there with Beatrix, I kept noticing a bad smell. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what I was smelling, just that it was disgusting. I blamed it on the food service equipment stored near where we were standing, and wondered if everyone else was noticing it, or just me. Later, sitting with Beatrix on my lap, I decided that surely everyone must be smelling this bad smell because it was really strong. The priest was swinging the incense and I willed that smoke to head our way and cover the stink. Beatrix wanted out of her coat and I helped her remove it. It brushed against my face. To my horror, I realized that the smell was coming from her coat. I hoped that no one else could smell it! I tucked it under the chair. It was too cold to send Bea outside in her short sleeved dress, so as we left Mass I buttoned her back into her stinky coat. Jonny picked her up and exclaimed, “Beatrix! You smell like…like…throw up!”
I don’t know what’s on that coat, I just know it’s getting washed. Bottom line: we weren’t looking our best, and we were the stinky family at Easter Sunday Mass. I’m okay with that, although I would never intentionally be such a mess. This is just how it goes sometimes. It’s still Easter, and we’re awfully happy about that.
I did make a few special Easter gifts for my littlest ones. Bunnies for the girls. They weren’t a surprise because the girls chose which fabric and color combinations they wanted before I ordered the kits. Then they watched me work on them over the past few weeks. I didn’t let them see the finished bunnies ahead of time though. I was also struck by some last minute inspiration last week to make something for Silas. I remembered the half finished lamb that I began in an effort to make a pair of them for the girls a couple of years ago and knew it would be perfect for Silas. I was able to finish it in a day, and that meant a nagging unfinished project was completed and I had something sweet for Silas that I knew he would love. I think it turned out a little wonky looking, but of course Silas didn’t notice that. It’s really, really soft and snuggly and that is what is most important.
p.s. Outdoor photos from our annual scavenger hunt.