When I was a little girl Easter was an important holiday. My father was a minister, and impressed upon us that Easter was far more important even than Christmas to Christians. We spent a grueling month leading up to Easter, because when you are a minister's kid the liturgical year actually means something, and Lent was my least favorite part of the liturgical year. Dad always seemed to work more during Lent, which frequently meant that we had to work more, too. We eagerly anticipated Easter weekend, and on Easter Sunday looked forward to a rousing sing along to our "Jesus Christ Superstar" album and a basket of joy. In later years it was mostly candy (white chocolate crosses instead of Easter Bunnies, because chocolate gives me migraines and Mom could never stand to watch us eat rabbits). In our youth the basket would contain a lovely Polly Flinders dress for us to wear to church that morning and Wonder Woman Underoos, which we would invariably wear under our Polly Flinders dresses.
Times have changed, though. Dad is no longer a minister and we don't get Easter baskets anymore. There was a brief moment this year when I considered decorating eggs, but then determined that this would be an absurd and pointless endeavor. Instead I made an Easter Egg Basket Blanket (now say that 10 times fast). following a simple pattern for the eggs and a basket weave pattern for the trim, ultimately the hardest part was adding the grass fringe around the eggs.
