I briefly considered ignoring my egg cups during this Easter season, but I relented yesterday afternoon. I’m sharing a group of them every day via Stories on Instagram. I try to change it up each year. But, some of you don’t follow IG, so here is the first group – just for you.
Gosh, the plus of the blog is that they’re so much easier to see.
Top row (left to right):
- The Art Nouveau silver egg cup we found in Paris last year. It’s tiny and it’s exquisite.
- From Chambéry, France, two groundhogs looking down on a chalet and the Alps.
- One of my favorites; an artist bunny rabbit painting an egg.
- A blue chick with a removable tail that functions as a salter.
Second row:
- A white bunny rabbit with an orange cup on his back.
- A rooster, duck and an egg cup on the grass.
- Two bluebird egg cups from Germany.
- A Scottie dog
Third Row:
- A dog in a suit and hat.
- A little boy dressed as a cowboy.
- A little boy with a scarf.
- A little boy dressed as a clown with his dog.
Fourth Row:
- A man.
- Two rabbits holding up an egg cup.
- A rabbit smoking a pipe, standing outside his egg cup cottage.
- From Italy, a Sevi egg cup – this one a girl with blonde hair & a knit cap.
It’s fun to share these every year. I have a lot of cups in the cubbie, but I also have several that are scattered throughout the house. I’ll post the second installment today on IG.
Here we are at the beginning of another week; day 23 for me. On the whole, I’m getting used to it but I do have days where I want to let out a little scream of frustration. However, it goes away quickly when I give myself a stern talking to. We’re all sacrificing – at least most of us are. I still see a lot of activity coming from some of my neighbors, who seem to remain a bit clueless.
We needed some over-the-counter medicines, and we didn’t want to go in the grocery store, so we called our local pharmacy. They have curbside pickup. Don told me it was quite efficient. He called them and placed his order. When he arrived there, he dialed the number again and then put in a code. While he was waiting, he took a box out of his car and placed his credit card inside and then placed it on the hood. The employee came out with a mask and gloves, took the card, went inside and ran it, came back outside and left a bag in that same box (the card was inside the bag.) Don sanitized the card, drove home, and then sanitized the meds on the porch. I love that essential services are coming up with ingenious ways to serve their customers – protecting both themselves and the customers. Thank goodness for them.
It’s cloudy today, but no rain is in sight and we’re going to reach 65 degrees! Lovely. At some point, we’ll have to go to our storage facility to retrieve the Adirondack chairs and porch cushions. We should be able to do that without encountering anyone – we’ll be armed with disinfecting wipes, of course.
I’ve started This Rough Magic by Mary Stewart. And we watched Manhattan last night – shot in black and white, gorgeous cinematography, and a Gershwin (my favorite) score. Couldn’t be better.
Happy Sunday.
