Growing up my mom always decorated for every season. I always loved (and still do) seeing the items come out of the basement for their yearly reveal. It was like seeing old friends again … the ceramic ghost holding a pumpkin with holes for the eyes for the light within to shine through … or the little crying bunny holding a toothbrush (I can’t explain it, but he’s super cute!)
She also has an Easter tree … that she made from a branch that she placed in a pot with plaster of paris and spray painted while. Over the years
we she collected Spring ornaments … many handmade. A few were made by my great-grandmother. Some by my sister and me.
The tree, although it started as an Easter tree, also made appearances as a Valentine’s tree (with beautiful handmade stuffed hearts that we made from scraps of quilts made by my great-great grandmother) or a Halloween tree (with orange lights and black plastic spiders).
Since Henry was born, I’ve wanted an Easter tree of my own. I searched for just the right branch … but 6 years have passed it I never found the right one … until this year. It had to be the right size, with the right type and amount of branches. And I found it.
So, what did I do?
and stuck that branch in that pot filled with the Plaster of Paris.
After the Plaster of Paris hardened, I took my tree outside and spray painted it white.
When the paint was dry, I brought it in a used some of the crazy green yarn stuff that I used for my springtime wreaths to put around the bottom … and placed some of the super-cute chicks in there too!
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