I've never really liked eggs. I'll eat the yolk of a hard-boiled egg; the white gags me. I prefer cheese with scrambled eggs (little bit of egg, lot a bit of cheese!). Sean isn't crazy about hard-boiled eggs, either. So, when I discovered these
at Walmart, I thought it was the end of my Easter egg dyeing dilemma (you know, the dilemma created by a desire to dye eggs and absolutely no desire to eat said eggs). Key word: thought. The problem with these eggs? They're buoyant. It's difficult to dye eggs that float. So, I went with Plan B (which was originally Plan A); I boiled a dozen real eggs.
I didn't do anything spectacular with the dyeing job. Once the eggs colored to suit, Sean and I turned them into crazy egg "people." Naturally, that set my creative wheels in motion, and my hard-boiled eggs are now characters. Here's a group picture:
I'll post individual pictures (yes, I took a photo of each egg) when I create my story or poem. Since National Poetry Month begins in a couple days, I'm leaning toward writing a narrative poem. Check back soon to read the story of my eggs.
Until the next post . . . keep smiling!