Jim Croce, Giant Rabbits, Pompom Socks

My mom, Louise Ann Sickman

My mom, Louise Ann Sickman

Easter was a big deal for my family when I was growing up. My mother was a church organist and choir director, so the week leading up to Easter Sunday meant extra work for her. Church every morning! Church every night! Her Easter preparations for us were centered around coordinating our schedules with all that church attendance and making dinner: ham, scalloped potatoes, salad. 

She was already plenty busy with all the work that comes to a farm in springtime, so it can’t have been simple for her to find the time to have fun with us, but we did dye copious eggs, since our hens usually started laying more eggs with the change in seasons (and my parents policed the occasional broody hen who would sneak off to the machine shed and try to cultivate a nest). Our favorite approach was to “tie-dye” eggs, which involved twisting old undershirts around the eggs before dipping them, yielding a vaguely trippy-looking end product. (Other ways the 1970s filtered down to a Catholic family in rural Missouri: leisure suits and mustaches, a bus driver who played us Jim Croce songs and painted peace signs on the bus ceiling, gauchos and pompom socks, guitar mass.)

70s tennis star Chris Evert knew how to rock the pom pom socks!

70s tennis star Chris Evert knew how to rock
the pom pom socks!

One year it snowed on Easter. Another year I saw a giant white rabbit walking upright along the top of the bluff below the front porch. This was exciting, not creepy. I can’t explain the apparition, but I can still see the rabbit in my mind’s eye, doubtless tempered by subsequent viewings of “Harvey” and “Donnie Darko.” 

Most years now we spend Easter with good friends: our kids often dye and hunt eggs together (though community egg hunts in the park get tricky if other neighborhood children understandably join in). Dinner is relaxed and potluck.

What does all this have to do with yarn?? What does all this have to do with knitting??

Not a lot, except that this morning I was poking around on Ravelry and thinking that what I’d like to do this year is make my kiddos bunnies to wake up to on Sunday morning. I’d dig out some Shepherd’s Wool, and I’d make this  or this for my girls. And maybe this for Pete, my artistic life and business partner.

Not creepy at all. 

Not creepy at all. 

The yarn shop is closed this Sunday! Whether or not you celebrate Easter, enjoy the day, and spend it with those you love.

Side note, re. pompom socks: I don’t understand why they fell out of favor! Cute! Super practical with the pompom propping your sock up outside your sneaker! It would be pretty easy to turn out some pompom socks. If you start seeing a couple of kids around town wearing pompom socks after Easter 2017, you’ll know they belong to me.