On Easter weekend, of course I needed to wear my fluffiest frock! The lovely Caroline (Sparkles & Crumbs) hosted some of us Blogcadet girls in her uni-town Cambridge. The day pretty much looked like this:
^ photo by Caroline, featuring me, Carrie (California Love Letters), Amy (Disguised by Zebras), Anita (Trawlergirl), and Lucy (LucyJLoves)
Caroline showed us around Clare College, the canal, some outdoor markets, and a secret garden before we arrived at GD Designer Style Hire, where we tried on glamourous rentable dresses in fabulous company of the shopkeepers, Georgia and Susan.
Easter weekend, and the flanel shirt and winter Docs were still necessary. But in a pink tutu amongst gigglingly fun ladies it didn’t matter – especially when I received my Easter present! We were walking down the street, same as we had been all day, when suddenly Hostess Caroline dashed into a shop and emerged with a pink balloon: “It’s so you, Xandra!!” she explained, handing it oh my gosh to me (adding “Don’t worry, they’re free. I didn’t steal it.”).
But wait. It gets better. After an evening of authentic Italian at the aptly-named Clowns restaurant + Roman Holiday viewing back at Caroline’s flat, followed by Easter Sunday brunch the next morning + Easter Parade + Prestat champagne truffles, Caroline asked “Are you taking the balloon on the bus with you?” – appropriate, as it had already accompanied me everywhere – to which I replied yes of course.
As I headed across the green to my bus, this plan changed. A couple approached me from the opposite direction, with a very small bundled up girl in between them. She froze at the sight of me, more specifically, at the balloon. Her face lit up with utter glee, and what could I do but offer to crown her the new guardian of the balloon? I knelt down to pass it to her, and she could barely clutch it in her tiny pink-mittened hand (I approve of her apparel). When told to “Say Thank You”, the girl (probably too young to articulate) exclaimed “Aaaahhh!!”. I didn’t get a picture of this, because that would be creepy, but one of Amy’s pictures from the weekend captures The Exact Expression of the small girl described:
And that’s my Happy Easter Story. The End!