It’s a weird kind of Easter this year, as the Easter Bunny observes social distancing. We will need to hop to it and make do with pretty pictures and virtual gatherings. And some non-virtual chocolate.
I set this table a few weeks ago, pre-pandemic, in blissful ignorance of the looming turn of events.
It’s a “posh” Easter table with antique Venetian glass compotes, candlesticks and hand-painted Moser goblets.
Not a table for eager, pint-size egg hunters. 🙂
The topmost plates are part of the Famille Rose Dinnerware Collection by Williams Sonoma.
The set has had something of an on-again-off-again record with Williams Sonoma but is still available.
I picked up two sets of the appetizer plates on a very deep discount at the end of the Easter season last year. Currently, they’re full price (?!), while the rest of the collection is offered at wildly divergent markdowns. I’m sure they understand their pricing strategy; it’s less apparent to me.
I have to say, though, the Famille Rose Easter appetizer plates inspired an elegant table.
They sit happily on top of vintage Dresden Flowers luncheon plates by Schumann and Bordallo Pinheiro Cabbage pattern dinner plates.
It’s a bit of an odd combination of casual modern, and elegant vintage, capped with a current interpretation of the priceless antique Chinese pattern, Famille Rose.
The antique Moser hand-painted glasses are from Elise Abrams Antiques.
The pink Venetian glass compotes and candlesticks are from there, too.
I’ve had them for years. Pre-grandchildren, they often graced our Christmas dining table. These days we tend to go for more child-friendly arrangements!
The Venetian glass compotes are quite delicate, so I was careful to choose light fillers, comprising hollow pastel-coloured speckled eggs and moss-covered grapevine balls.
The napkins are part of a tablecloth/napkin set I picked up in Italy a few years ago. The soft pink embroidered roses coordinated well with the early spring table setting.
Delicate porcelain placecard holders added another layer of floral detail.
I have sent off Easter parcels for the little girls, containing pretty spring dresses, some chocolate chicks and carrots, and eggs covered in brightly coloured foil. No doubt, the Easter Bunny will be doing his rounds, and egg hunts will be held on a smaller scale this year.
I will miss doing the big egg hunt at our house, complete with “weigh-off,” which is how we have divvied up the eggs for the last few years. Each diminutive egg seeker teams up with an adult (Aunt Kain is always in demand as the partner-in-crime). While Nana cooks waffles, bacon and Peameal Bacon Hash, the hunting pairs scour the house for eggs hidden by Papa Easter Bunny. The hunt ends with the serving of breakfast or the discovery of the last egg – whichever comes first.
After breakfast, each team’s eggs are weighed and the pair with the heaviest haul is declared the winner. We then divide up the spoils equally among the households. That way, the littlest participants still get a fighting chance at a fair-sized egg stash. (Can you tell I was the youngest child)?
I clearly remember one Easter – I must have been about 4 – sneaking downstairs early Sunday morning to find the house completely barren of eggs. Not a one. Bursting into tears, I flew upstairs to wake Peter, my 10-year old brother, and share the terrible news. Together, we woke our parents and reported the disaster. Peter suggested that perhaps I had been a little too early and that maybe the Easter Bunny was still coming. We could go to his room and play for a while. As we left my parent’s room, I heard my mother hiss to my father something about “forgot eggs”. Soon came the sound of the front door opening, followed by some thumping noises downstairs, as if a giant hare was hopping clumsily around the house. I heard Mum’s sewing basket squeak open and close. More thumping and banging. The front door opened and closed again. Peter and I dashed downstairs and started hunting. Rather than the eggs we expected to find, we found a rather motley collection of candy, consisting of orange and lemon jelly slices and some hard-boiled sweets from my Dad’s private sweet stash. Apparently, Easter had crept up unawares on the Bunny in our house that year!
I hope everybunny in your house has a very Happy Easter.
I’m sharing this post with Between Naps on the Porch.