When I was little, I went through a pretty intense tomboy phase. From, say…five years old to…mm, eleven? Twelve maybe? During that time, you couldn’t get me out of my brother’s hand-me-downs. Jonathan Taylor Thomas from Home Improvement (those plaid hooded vests, so chic!) served as my style icon. I begged my mother for a bowl cut – which she foolishly agreed to – so I didn’t have to bother with a ponytail.
Except for Easter. Man oh man, did I love a pouffy dress to mark the spring holiday. My family would do the egg hunt thing at our house, then it was off to church and a brunch at a local restaurant with a buffet spread where I always took as many deviled eggs as possible (I had a sense of irony even at 6 years old perhaps?)
One year my sister and I even got hats, which I lo-o-o-v-e-d. You know the kind – big, floppy, white with a pastel satin scarf tied around the top, elastic bands holding them in place under our chins.
This year, I want to break out a sunny yellow dress with a cinched waist and flowers around the skirt that’s been cooped up in my closet far too long. Only problem is, I’ve got no Easter plans. I’m not headed home to Wisconsin, and I have no foreseeable buffet brunch plans in my immediate future. I’m sure I’ll figure something out. The dress is too adorable to stay in my closet much longer.
Tell me: Do you still dress up for holidays? If so, what are you wearing to Easter, or Passover Seder? Do you like having an opportunity to get a little snazzy, or does it feel like a chore?