Last weekend = Easter weekend and that usually includes a brunch ... or two: Saturday at my sister’s, Sunday (Easter
Sunday) at “our” place. Aside from spring cleaning the apartment (even though it still feels
like winter outside), doing (lots of) groceries and stressing out
about whether “we won’t have enough to feed the guests” or not, it means (as I mentioned earlier on the blog) setting an
Easter-table. So, not only I wore my Sunday best; the table was dressed equally well.