Friday, 2 April 2010

Easter Bunnies

Easter bunnies as only the French cancan... These Dandy Rabbits are from La Grande Epicerie in Paris, sadly they won’t be hopping on our table this year but I can still salivate over the website: www.lagrandeepicerie.fr 
Posted by westendmum at 21:06
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Style At Every Age said...

How cute, I want one!

3 April 2010 at 12:52

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