The party is Over

 Waiting for the real roses.

My dear friend Vera at my Easter party.

 A chokolate egg from one of my guests.

 Ranunkels.

 Porcelain chickens.

And, as we say in Sweden: Inget kalas utan kras.

Which means: Never a party without broken things.

This was real sad because my grandparents got a set of 12 coffee cups with saucers in 1909 when they married.

Then my mother inhereted them in the 1950:s.

I got them in 1980. Nothing was broken before the 30th of March this very year, when >I broke this cup.

They are from Rosenthal are called "Copenhagen".

Shame on me!!! :-(