Easter egg art
For some reason I'm a little bit competitive about dying Easter eggs.
Not that I want my eggs to be more beautiful than other people's eggs. I just want my eggs to be as beautiful as I can make them.
Who knows, maybe it stems from finger painting in preschool. Perhaps those petroglyphs of childhood were overly praised by my parents.
We bought two packets of Easter egg dye and boiled the dozen eggs. A dozen eggs really isn't that many, so care needs to be taken to make sure each one rivals something created by Jackson Pollock.
We bought the standard dye kit and then a kit that was supposed to help create swirls and sparkles. The second kit was to eggs what the glossy women’s magazine ads say bronzer is to skin.
It made an ordinary egg shine with the "glistening nutrients you don't normally see in Easter eggs." Seriously, these eggs looked like they were polished with gold flakes. I was so proud.
We had Bonnie and the nine-year-old over to join in the "artwork."
I could go on about techniques used to make the masterpieces, but that would likely bore most of you. I was secretly proud when the nine-year-old sort of huffed off because he was upset that my Easter eggs were more beautiful than his.
Then the egg hunt arrived on Easter Sunday. We also had 25 plastic bags within which we hid money and Leify's leftover Halloween candy.
We started in the house hiding the eggs. Invariably one egg from each "hunt" gets lost and the hider can't remember where they were hidden. I remember as a child finding crushed and rotten Easter eggs between the cushions of the couch weeks after the Easter ham leftovers had been eaten.
After the first egg was not found I asked that we only hide the actual hardboiled eggs in plain view.
Plain view can be just as fun and cuts down on all that prattle about "warmer, colder."
But still, the egg gremlins apparently arrived and a few more eggs turned up missing. This meant the egg hunt needed to be moved outside.
I think we ended up with about 8 eggs at the end.
Comments
So where are the pictures of these beautiful eggs?! I want pictures!
REPLY: Sorry Dot. They all got cracked or broken, including the one that I purposely smashed into the strings of the guitar hanging on my wall so it would be "hidden" in plain view where the 9-year-old wouldn't think to look :)
HH
Posted by: Dot | April 13, 2007 06:29 PM
another terrific column
REPLY: Thanks :)
HH
Posted by: Jack | April 14, 2007 04:19 PM
Love your blog--keep writing. But you may want to reconsider your definition of competetiveness (just doing your best) if you were huffed about the 9 year old's competition! *smile*
Hazel
Posted by: Anonymous | April 21, 2007 10:19 AM