VT (for all of my design-obsessed peeps)

imagecourtesycoloroutsidethelines Peeps, Easter is here again, and the selection of marshmallow bunnies and chocolate eggs, bonnets and baskets, culinary delights and vases brimming with star-gazer lilies/early hydrangea/bells-of-Ireland have never been so appealing.  The promise of redemption, and resurrection, keeps church-goers suitably engaged while the travel and hospitality industry pleasantly scrambles to meet the demands of school groups, destination tours, and lost baggage claimants.  Dewy-eyed brides-to-be everywhere resolve that right after Easter Sunday lunch, they plan to loose every extra inch in order to fit into  that Vera Wang bridal   gown; and her equally plump hand-maids smile knowingly, and proceed to have just another little sliver of the wedding-cake sample (sent over by the solicitous wedding-planner who is pressed to confirm the church and rental hall quickly less the celebrations instead have to be held at some hotel's banquet-room. S...