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We've got a bumper crop of baby bunnies this year! Our super-soft rabbits are ready for some Easter hugs.
Rabbit rattle, €11.95
Big bunny, €19.95
We here at OPTIONS! couldn't be any happier that spring is just around the corner, and we're sure you're just as excited! To get in the mood for daffodils and picnics, we've got a whole cart full of springtime gifts.
Fill up the Easter basket with green gorillas, tiny chocolate eggs, and bunnies galore! Invite in the spring robins with a DIY birdhouse. And don't worry if the birdies don't show up just yet – we've got plenty of colorful bird pins to tide you over.
Let the sun shine in! Bobo Choses has sprung into OPTIONS! with their lip-smacking Spring/Summer line. Bags and clothing inspired by Parisian farmer's markets burst with happy tomatoes and yellower-than-yellow lemons. Très délicieux!
Bobo Choses shirt / Bobo Choses rompertje Price from: €29,95
Bobo Choses bag / Bobo Choses tas Price: €89,95
New collection of BOBO CHOSES in OPTIONS! : Les Vacances de M.Leon
Monsieur Leon cycles around the campsite.
It’s part of the summer, just like the heat, the mosquitoes, and the afternoon siesta.
Monsieur Leon also has the habit of whistling contentedly. Indeed, he is so good at it
that the larks prefer to listen to him, and the roosters refuse to
greet the break of day because they cannot compete
with Monsieur Leon’s dawn whistling. He starts on a low note, like a timid violin
seeping in with the first sunbeams among the tents and the caravans,
among the pine branches and the dew that the night drops before retiring…
Bit by bit, Monsieur Leon’s whistling warms up and changes colour,
enhanced by new notes of the voices of children just awakened from slumber.
So begin the long happy summer days at the campsite,
and so they go on, with no clocks to mark the hours passing by.
When night falls once more, and Monsieur Leon thinks
that everybody has gone to bed,
he takes out his ukulele and there, on the steps of his caravan,
plays songs that he learned from his grandmother, songs that are
as old as this old world of ours. Or even older.
And then all around him, in time with his beat,
the crickets crick and the owls owl, and together they play
the lullaby that sends us off to sleep
and into a land of dreams as sweet
as the salt of the sea in summertime,
as the tickling of the grass under our bare feet…
Tale by Felipe Cano