My mother is the ultimate hostess. Growing up, now matter how little money we may have had, holidays were a production. I trace my love for events back to her vast knowledge. From her I learned that "used" is really rustic, vintage and antique, that mismatched is actually eclectic, and that candle light makes even the most mundane day seem special.
I hope that egg-cellent Easter basket making skills are a genetically transferrable trait....
Shoes: Gianni Bini
P.S. Check out my little sister's Vintage Easter here