All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go

A week ago, I declared to Aaron that I intended to dress up on Easter. I bought a new dress a couple months ago and I wanted to wear it. And it happens to go well with a hat that I bought in New Orleans last fall. So Easter morning I got all dressed up, which shamed Aaron into putting on a coat and tie. We had a friend take pictures outside between rain sessions.

I spent a lot on that hat and brought it back in a big hat box as a carry on. (I did not, however spend as much as the price of a ring I tried on in NOLA that ended up costing -- no lie -- $10,000.)

This week's nails:

We had a virtual gathering with our friends with whom we would normally spend Easter, then changed back into comfy clothes and binge watched "Brockmire." Because nothing says Easter like an incredibly crass half hour comedy.

I braved the grocery store on Friday, while wearing a make-shift mask. I had quite a big list and one of my personal priorities was Reese's peanut butter eggs. Peanut butter isn't my favorite, but the eggs are the bomb. I was devastated when I couldn't find any. De.va.sta.ted. Apparently I should have bought them in February. So I went to the cookie aisle thinking that maybe there would be some carrot cake Oreos. Alas, no. But I did find this delightful surprise:

"Family Size" -- oh, that's so cute

It was strange to not go to church on Easter, although my hat wouldn't really have gone with a choir robe.

I hope you all had a good weekend (though, what ARE weekends anymore?) and I hope you're all staying safe from coronavirus and tornadoes and whatnot.