Simple details from an ever-so pleasant Easter weekend away at my mom’s house:
My mother hiding my Twin Peaks Easter egg in the coffee maker (so apropos, obv)
Receiving eyeliner in my Easter-basket (or more so the fact that I am 23 years old and still receive an Easter-basket)
Dressing super waspy for Easter mass
Making a ridiculous Easter cake
Coming home to a completely re-done bedroom that bursts at the seams with my mother’s creativity
And last, but certainly not least, fresh lilac on my nightstand
(not pictured: copious amounts of red wine shared with my mother)
Sometimes it really is the little things that get me through this perilous journey I call life….
does anyone else know what I’m talking about?