Into Easter Weekend:

Sue's ribbon stash is the fanciest I know.

I'm just about over the lack of 4-day weekend as I type. We've managed to cram an awful lot of Easter-themed fun into the last week, today proved to be a good day at work as I'm sure Monday will be too. 

I've been venturing into as-yet- Uncharted Territory by sizing & sorting all the unsorted sports jackets and tuxedos. (If at first you succeed, expect to be expected to succeed again - the men's suits were so beautifully done, it seems.) 

I found this inside of an English sports jacket.

Loving the lining!

 Suit jackets have a life of their own. 

Hidden treasures sometimes emerge from way back when it was worn onstage.

Some of these are vintage-wear from the 30s, 50s, 60s; from Theatre Virginia and Theatre IV times.

My earlier discovery amused me rather. Who's in?!

Incidentally, Gene Cox.
Sue dated the jacket & show to 15 years ago.
We might have just missed the moment.

 It's also been a week for sorting through old stock -
75 containers of hats to be re-labelled & the oldest, shabbiest hats recycled. Consequently,
              

                   Easter bonnets for everyone!

Some cute 50s "Juliet caps" & some terrifying ones that
just say "table centrepiece" to me. Beaucoup de floral.

  Last night we seemingly skipped a season. Having only just talked over "springish"
plans for Sunday's lunch (Ham? Ham? for Easter dinner?  What ever happened
to sacrificing the lamb?!), we jumped directly to Summer. 

I liked its wordage. Michigan beer.

 Last night my duties were also outlined for the evening ahead: Maker of Hot Cross Buns.
Oh my. (But I'm the Queen of Yorkshire Puddings, right? I can take on Easter treats!)

"When shaggy & sticky, add zest."

CLING FILM.

They turned out okay, for a first attempt. And with yeast too. That's pretty much SCIENCE before you even start. Lots of standing & rising & waiting time. So bed by midnight meant that the frosted crosses were not perhaps so tidy-looking. They tasted pretty good though.

 

Today was a Lunch Out sort of day 

to bid farewell to something of a Willow Lawn institution. 

Underneath the theatre at Willow Lawn, is Padow's, permeating the dressing rooms 

and backstage with its scent of toasted rolls & pastrami. 

Today was Padow's last day in operation so a collective from the Rep (7 ½, the scene shop & costume shop) headed over for one final lunch there. (I figured I'd better get into practice for Sunday with some Virginia honeyed ham.)

After lunch, Sue & I took a trip over to Robinson in the Fan to check out Halcyon vintage shop's supplies. (We're on a hunt for a second blue tuxedo for the upcoming Next to Normal.)

 Whilst there I made a friend.   :) 

Vintage Schnauzzle.

Easter gifts from the 'shop ladies.
Sarah dyed the pretty pink egg herself.

Happy Easter, y'all!