Living in a truck creates extra issues in everyday situations - just like when you are camping, everything is that little bit harder. Easter egg shopping is no exception. Not only is there the problem of when to secretly buy the eggs since C.P. and I are always together, but there is also the small issue of where to hide them once you have managed to buy them. Living in a tiny truck where every single space has a purpose, there aren't many good hiding spots.
Our Crunchie Bunny saga has been running for three years now. I fell in love with the Crunchie Bunny when I first saw it, and made copious hints to C.P. to make sure he bought me one. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one who noticed the bunny, and they sold out. I had to make do with a regular old brown bunny.
So last year, I began hinting again as soon as the bunnies hit the shelf. And I was sure he would get in early to buy me one. He did - but this time he was too early. He hid it behind the drivers seat, thinking that might be the one place I wouldn't find it. Unfortunately, a week before Easter I decided to fetch the hammock from behind the drivers seat, and found a very squashed, melted Crunchie Bunny. So although I was pleased with C.P. for buying me this bunny, I was also a little saddened that I had ruined the surprise, and that due to us moving the drivers seat backwards and forwards, that very special bunny shape that I so admired, was destroyed.
So, this year for our third Easter together, I had relaxed my high hopes and almost forgotten about the Crunchie Bunny. Until C.P. snuck outside the truck early this morning and returned with a very familiar looking gold bunny! It was in mint condition, not squashed in any way. It seemed I had finally got my perfect bunny! I spent the day feeling warm and fuzzy and looked forward to eating it later on.
When the time came, I reverentially unwrapped my special bunny, expecting to see it's cute chocolate bunny features. But no! What had gone wrong? My bunny was all mouldy looking, dappled white in places, and some of the chocolate had gone soft! Where was your magical outside hiding place C.P?! I finally got it out of him - he had carefully purchased it weeks ago to make sure he didn't miss out. And he had planned the perfect hiding spot- in the outside locker where we keep our power cords - the locker I hardly ever look in. The not so waterproof locker that is.
So we may have solved the sold out problem, we've solved the squashed and broken issue, but we still have not solved the hiding place connundrum. Next year perhaps?!
Oh, by the way, this seemingly unrelated photo is of Christine, the Gypsy Fair Easter Bunny.
Happy Easter!!
I have been meaning to bloggify these photos for ages. My two best gypsy pals and I were attempting to create a Gypsy Fabulous photo shoot, which was going to be in a Sustainable Living magazine, but sadly never was. It was a windy West Coast day, and we were supposed to be looking 'fabulous', but our hair was in our faces, and everyone just wanted to be wrapped around their pot belly fires. Add in the occasional doggy distraction from one of Mel's many Staffies, and it was definitely more gypsy than fabulous. But it was oh so fun, and is a lovely reminder of the life-long friendships I made while travelling with that band of gypsies known as The Original Gypsy Fair.
Madame Feather - whom you may remember from previous posts - is a palm reader, and creator of goddess dresses, the tie-dyed petticoats you can see hanging in her shop here. She is also a sales extrordinaire, and once she gets hold of you, you can be sure you won't be leaving without a petticoat or two.
Well, the Gypsy Fair season is officially over, and I am therefore no longer technically a gypsy. However I still feel like a gypsy, and I am still living my 'gypsy fabulous' life. We still have a journey northward in the house truck to commence, and on arrival in the big smoke we plan to attempt city living in the truck. Plus, once you have lived as a gypsy for a year and a half, that free and cheeky spirit is hard to shake.
Our final weeks felt like the perfect culmination of our gypsy experience. Staying at Ivan's fabulous section, observing the village of mobile homes nestled amongst the greenery, I felt an incredible sense of belonging. We had come so far! A year ago we were on our own, meeting random folks on the way, but always continuing onwards. We were baby gypsies, learning the code as we went along, never quite knowing where to park our heads for the night.
Fast forward a year, and we had friends! Numerous buses and trucks whose inhabitants we saw every week. People we could sit around a fire with and strum a guitar with (not that I play guitar, but the notion sounds nice). I'll leave you with a couple more photos of this beautiful gathering place. Stay tuned for news of my absolutely fabulous totally non-gypsy champagne filled post-gypsy-fair week...
