This year, while pruning in the garden, we cut our kiwi tree back quite a lot and ended up with loads of beautiful gnarled and twisted off cuts. The Bavarian was all set to chuck them in the shredder, but I managed to rescue a nice stack of the best ones, with the intention of making some kind of Easter tree or wreath. There were enough to share them out among three good friends.
When I took the branches inside the other day to decorate with, the idea hit me that I could use them along the bannister. Each year at the beginning of Advent, I decorate our staircase with lights, ribbons and a garland. For the whole month of December I love that moment when I open the front door and catch a glimpse of the stairs, all festive and lovely. So I have modified it to suit Easter.
My litttle helper was mostly very well behaved. He did manage to smash three eggs, inclusing one of my favourites, but it was foolish of me to get involved in an activity with eggs shells when an 18 month old was roaming free. Funnily enough, the red egg that is getting a good shaking in the photo above survived.
I began by carefully weaving the branches between the uprights of the banniser, keeping the most curved, curly-wurly pieces to the front as far as possible. Then, when I was happy with how they were arranged, I began to hang my painted eggs on the branches.
I have quite a collection of decorative eggs. Some of the eggs are from second hand shops; some I painted myself and the remainder are from Aldi. All are real eggs, blown and painted.
Tomorrow I am holding a make & bake day, so the branches may well get further adorned with bunnies, chicks or freshly painted eggs that result. There’ll be five mamas and 12 children under 8 here for the afternoon.
In this house we love our Easter crafts, so I’m very excited about what we’ll produce. There will be Easter bunny cakes for sure, and no German Easter is complete without dyeing hard-boiled eggs. But more on that another day.
For now, I am quite pleased with the overall Easter look. It brightens up the hall, adds a few pops of colour and keeps the eggs out of harm’s way. By harm I of course mean son Number Three.