all dressed up........

The season never changed from year to year, only the size of the clothes, as Easter was a signal that you would get a new outfit to wear........... officially packing away the heavy winter gear of boots and heavy coats. It was my favorite time, as I was dressed to kill in my new dress, bonnet, shoes and gloves. For a fashionista like me, Easter meant new wardrobe. But that was then, and this is now.

For a lapsed Catholic as myself, Easter no longer means clothes..... and it doesn't have too much of the organized religion thing tied into it. Oh, I still like the bunny magic, chocolate eggs, and marshmallow peeps..... but how can one not when every store you walk into has them bursting in the aisles? Yet I walk past them and poo-poo on to the necessary items I need. I have to admit, the smells alone from the aisles are intoxicatingly sweet..... but when you spend 3 months working hard to get rid of the middle age tire around your waist, chocolate bunnies are reserved for those that can eat a whale and never show an ounce. I did falter last night, and ate my first piece of dessert in months. For a self proclaimed sweet tooth as myself, I had a hard time ignoring the cries from the kitchen from that luscious red velvet cake sitting right next to a new gallon of skim milk in the refrigerator. Can there be any more oxy-moronish moments than that? And, of course, I found myself rewarding my good behavior with a nice big slab of red deliciousness.... promising that I'd mow the lawn to take the calories off today. That seems fair, doesn't it?

I no longer buy clothes.... and have actually just revisited my closet for the sizes I had packed away that I thought would no longer fit. How nice and convenient that my shopping travels led me to the most comfortable place on earth for me: my own room. Pretty soon, I will don the ecrudiments of comfortable jeans, a heavy sweatshirt (because of the silly cold snap in our area), and a pair of yard shoes so that I can get out into the much neglected gardens of my yard. The lawn needs a new crabgrass cut, the flowers a look-see for damage (due to the arctic weather visit), and holes covered from the pesky squirrels looking for food. I will not go to Sunday services as other people do, but I will attend a church of higher calling for me.

For those that celebrate the holiday, may your life be filled with many Easter moments, chocolate bunnies, and marshmallow peeps. All others, Happy Spring!