Most days, our dining room table stretches itself across the room, sad and bare. The only ornamentation on it is a collection of deep scratches and scars, inflicted by two over-zealous preschoolers, who would no doubt have a hay day with a setting of fine china.
Not that I would lay fanciful tablescapes every day if I didn’t have kids. Real life is not kind to china, fine or otherwise.
So when Easter came along, I felt inspired to break with convention and put on some airs. I wanted something fresh, something light, delicate yet simple. Soft colours, a bit of lace and a touch of whimsy.
So I pulled out my mishmash collection of yellow and green dishes, passed along to me by my mum. It’s not “fine” by any standards but my own. It’s lack of use on a daily basis puts it in the category of “good” dishes, but it’s hardly Royal Doulton.
The spoons are also a mishmash of old silverware that offer a fun, eclectic look.
Ditto the egg cups. This one is Laura Ashley, c. 1995. But there’s also one that I got as an Easter present from my mum when I was a little girl, and one that was my dad’s when he was a boy.
For breakfast, we had strawberry yogurt, regimental soldiers (toast with marmite cut into strips), a boiled egg each and hot cross buns with coffee for the grown-ups and orange juice for the kids.
Okay, and maybe a chocolate egg or two was consumed shortly after. How could we not?
How about you? Do you do anything special for Easter? A formal dinner? Easter egg hunt? However you celebrated today, I hope it was a happy one!
– Words and photos by Lori-Anne Poirier