Dress: Macy's; Blouse: SHEIN
Bunny: Marshalls
Bag: Betsey Johnson, Boscov's
Top: Nine West, Kohl's; Skirt: ELLE, Kohl's
Bunnies: Peeps, Kohl's
Bag: Current Mood, Dolls Kill
Barrettes: SHEIN
Wreath, eggs: Michaels
Shoes: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's
It's finally here: my Peter Cottontail-come-lately Easter content. So what if Easter is less than a day away? There's still plenty of time to get crackin'. But Tote Trove Lady, you may say, if you're trying to sell a product or be an influencer, then you should really post holiday stuff weeks or even months in advance. Wait, what's that? You're (mostly) not trying to become an entrepreneur or social media star? You can't even influence your baby to stop licking lamps or grabbing your throat? You just do this to distract yourself from the horrible things going on in the world not to mention inside your own head? Then, by all means, take as much time as you need. Heck, take a page out of Blink-182's book and have Halloween on Christmas. That might be kind of cute, jack-o'-lanterns in Santa hats.
So, Easter. Despite it being my favorite holiday, I find myself, as I so often do, one egg short of an omelet. Because it's work, baby, work, baby, work, baby, work right up until the pastel parade. But fatigue be darned, I love that parade and won't let myself miss it. So I'm ignoring my grease-grimed stovetop and cobweb-choked stairs and breaking out the bunnies. This year, I was careful to place them far from the floor, well out of Char Bar's reach. Because she's suddenly a little crawling machine, and no crumb or knickknack is safe.
Speaking of Charlotte, I found her the sweetest Easter dress. And myself a pretty sweet skirt. But more on that post-holiday.
For now I need to sign some cards and bag some gifts.
Because those cobwebs aren't going to weave themselves.