Easter is one of my most treasured times of the year. To a
family as close as mine, Easter is a very sacred and special occasion for the
family to be together and to celebrate spending time together, to be thankful
for everything we have been blessed with. It’s also a great opportunity to
indulge in my dad’s vintage wine cellar and over indulge in confectionery.
It couldn’t have come at a better time with work either. My
first month at Armani has flown by in a whirlwind of press days, season
changeover and September issue send outs. And as the first whispers of Men’s
collections have begun to dance through the office, a four-day weekend sounded
like the perfect chance for some rest and relaxation before another month of
fast paced fashion fun begins. Emily was already home from Madrid with tales of
the fun she’s been having and I was aching to join in the fun.
So practically leaping out of the office door at 6pm on the
dot on Thursday evening I made a dash to the station and was straight on the
train home, joined by the majority of London escaping the city for the long
weekend.
I couldn’t have been happier to be met by my whole family at
the platform. February must have been the last time we were all together and my
dad was eager to introduce me to the latest additions to the family. Since my
older sister and I have flown the nest, he has attached himself to parenting
baby chicks. While conversation of the latest model of incubator or the vast
amounts of land in our garden now dedicated to chickens usually irritates me, I
was secretly thrilled to be coming home the evening that ten new arrivals were
coming into the world.
Good Friday was dedicated, as ever, to family pastimes and
old traditions, done each year with a bottle or two more of champagne. The cream
egg brownie became my new favourite recipe, and my sisters and I spent the
afternoon animatedly decorating the shells left over to create the perfect
cases for our spring cress. As evening fell we prepared for dinner and headed
off to meet my aunt and uncle for dinner. A five-course dinner in the country
accompanied by bottle upon bottle of wine saw us see in the early hours of
Saturday as we reminisced on the celebrations of the last year.
The easter weekend continued with a collection of coffee’s dinners
and martinis in some of my most treasured company and was a beautiful reminder
of how much my roots mean to me. The weekend was perfectly polished off with a
wonderful lamb dinner on Sunday, while we enjoyed the Chinese grand prix.
Monday flew back around and as I type this I’m beginning my
descent back into London town. Feeling perfectly rested, but equally expectant
for the exciting few weeks ahead, I hope you’re Easter was as blissful as mine.
