Happy Peeps, Paws and PAAS!

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SP photo of a page from the Bergdorf Goodman Lookbook

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As a little girl, Easter was one of my favourite holidays.  I always looked forward to buying my PAAS egg colouring kits, the small, feather light boxes feeling disproportionately empty in comparison to the fun and creativity held within.  I remember tearing open the strip of ‘Sweetart’-like dye tablets, custom mixing even then, adding just the right amount of vinegar and water, endlessly dipping, drying and dipping again, until my eggs finally achieved satisfactory hues.   As I recall trying to get the cheap colorless crayon pointy enough to execute my elaborate designs (those built- in sharpeners in crayon boxes always sucked didn’t they? Am I going to hell for saying ‘sucked’ on an Easter post?) the waxy scent-memory instantly returns.  Devising ways to dry my eggs so that the cardboard drying stand didn’t leave a line around them was yet another challenge (feeling sorry for my husband yet?)  We always had hard boiled eggs rather than ones blown empty and I hated having to use the eggs with hairline cracks from the boiling, as the dye would delve into the openings, creating vivid highway maps across my works of art.  These “B-listers” would be the first eaten of course, the egg ‘whites’ leaving lurid stains on my lips and teeth.

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Here’s how my eggs did not look.

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Yet another holiday memory tatooed upon my early fashion consciousness is the year the Easter Bunny left a pair of crystal (lucite) “high-heeled” mules nestled within my basket of hollow chocolate bunnies and coconut covered Peeps.  The little shoes were adorned with pastel silk flowers- I wore a similar heel by Emma Hope to be married in.  How wonderful I thought myself in those crystal princess pumps- Suri Cruise had nothing on me!!  (Mine, naturally, were only for ‘In house’ My mom had better sense than to stir up the paparazzi on our street :)) Funny how these memories come rushing back so quickly, and yet I can’t recall a name I heard just yesterday. Wait, maybe that’s not so funny…

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Prada’s version of my Easter shoes

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Fast forward many years later to my favourite Easter memory of all;  My older son as a little boy, worrying that if the door to our home was closed, the Easter Bunny would not be able to reach up to the handle to get in. Awwwww!!  He was SO sweet!

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Slim Paley photo
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HAPPY EASTER and PASSOVER to everyone!  And to all those lucky enough to have little egg hunters running around this Sunday- enjoy every blessed moment!!

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Martha Stewart photo


 

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16 thoughts on “Happy Peeps, Paws and PAAS!

  1. You’re brilliant….your entire post brought back MY memories of Easter’s past.
    See’s candy baskets…without fail…until I moved out as an adult. Mom still hid them
    when I was 17! Ahh, the lucite heels…..mine had white feathers…..clickity clacking
    down the hallway, and the heels snagging on the shag carpet! Oh, the smells of boiled
    eggs and vinegar! I always loved Easter too…..right up there with Christmas! Thanks
    for jogging such fun memories, and Happy Easter to YOU! xoxo

  2. Lovely post!

    Our family finished dying eggs a few hours ago. The PAAS kits are so different now. Our kit came with gel dye packets rather than tablets; you add water instead of vinegar and they include glitter, stickers and instructions on how to tie dye and bedazzle your eggs! The only thing that resembled the kits we had when we were kids was the flimsy wire dipping tool.

    I can’t wait to see my 2 year olds eyes when she discovers her Easter basket tomorrow morning. My little “Suri“ is obsessed with makeup so she going to be pleasantly surprised when she finds several tubes of Bonne Belle Lip Smackers next to her Marshmallow Peeps!

  3. Oh Slim!
    I also adored Easter. I was very particular about my Easter Egg coloring, too. The lavender had to be just right, and woe to any egg color that got those white spots. I would immediately do a ‘do over’—I think this was my first foray into creating psychedelics Colors.
    I thought of my Easter Basket as a natural extension of the Christmas stocking—and we had some pretty awesome Christmas stockings. I always pitied my friends who got mere chocolate rabbits and jelly beans. I got my very first lipstick–Bonnie Bell pink frost and eyeshadow—powder blue–all tucked under wonderful Easter grass. I received my first pair of nylon stockings, too, in a basket—no more knee hi socks!
    And because I grew up on the East Coast, Easter always signaled the countdown to the day I could get my bike out.
    Wonderful post—as always.
    By the way–what age were you when your Mother stopped giving you an Easter basket?

  4. No one, I think, feels sorry for your husband! You are a GREAT WIFE and a GREAT MOTHER!
    and you make a wonderful “nest”!

    That is my opinion! Based on your pictures and stories!

    So! BRAVO and Happy Easter!

  5. I own those Prada shoes. :) They jingle when you walk.
    Also, bought those J Brand cargo jeans in Olive…LOVE!
    And I bought the Nars Mitzi…fab..but soft, and it broke on first lip outing.
    Happy Easter, Slim!

    • Dear Lady Eve
      re the Prada shoes- Did you wear them to church this morning?!
      re the J Brand cargo jeans- So happy you love!
      re the Nars Mitzi- take it back and get another- that’s ridiculous. That happened to me recently with a Chanel concealer- the whole stick stuck to the cylinder cover and flew across the room when I opened it (and it was a hotel room so I couldn’t even pick it up and re-use – no 5 second rule on hotel carpet germs!)

  6. I was 8 years old wearing a navy blue dotted Swiss dress with itchy white lace and lots of crinolins underneath. All this was topped with the biggest white hat with navy ribbons and flowers. Just before we left for church my mother said, “run next door and take our new neighbors these Easter treats to welcome them to the street.” Oh boy, I thought, a chance to show off my navy confection. I returned with an empty basket and two black, navy eyes! They matched my dress perfectly. I had walked right into a hardboiled egg fight. From that day forward I have pererred the plastic light weight eggs! Oh, and btw, those wild houligans that moved next door are dear friends to this day!

    • I can just imagine that dress Jimmiejane
      I was covetous of girls who had crinolines until I discovered how itchy they were. I bet you had gloves on too!

  7. GREAT flashback. I was hippity-hop excited when asked to BE the Easter Bunny for the annual hunt. Around 12′ish I think. Deep in the woods of Connecticut…the young ‘uns running hither & yon. And, then, a parent: “Kids..look! The Easter Bunny!” What joy. Thanks for such a happy post! Blessings galore!

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  9. Slim,

    Thanks for a lovely Easter post. I think as mothers, we really feel the tenderness
    of this day. I also remember my little boys in their Easter suits. A couple of years ago
    I was able to dress my grandchildren in the famous Cherry dress and Cherry onesey
    that Jackie Kennedy dressed her children in. It is just amazingly sweet to have these
    little ones to do it with again. Thank you for every lovely post. they always brighten
    my day. Happy Easter to you and yours!

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