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| Let The Games Begin |
Things have sure changed since my mother sat me up at the table to color the eggs for Easter. They've changed since I sat my first young'ens up to do the same. I swear, every year they add more choices to the assortment of dye kits. Should we cover them in glitter? Tie die them? Marbleize them? Cover them in Disney stickers? Sports stickers? Should we dip them into the liquid color, or use these stamping pens? Maybe we could just cover them in these shrink wraps? I doubt that my grandmother had such a selection. I can only imagine how difficult it must have been for those poor folk in the ancient age, when all they had was onion skins to color their eggs.
We decided on the marbleized color kit. It included twelve color tablets, three of which were neon. There's a drying tray, eight egg stands, twelve "fun disks" (whatever that means), and the original copper dipping tool that hasn't changed in design since I was three. I had pre-boiled a dozen and a half eggs, and only one had cracked. That's a new record! And so the "fun" began after the dinner dishes had been cleared away.
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| The Finished Products |
I open the box, only to find the copper dipping tool, and three tiny packages of color tablets. Hubsy and I searched the empty box, and scratched our heads. Where was all that other stuff? Then we doubled over in laughter when we realized that the oversized packaging for those four little items WAS the other stuff! Punching out the twelve little circles on the back, turns the box into the egg drying tray. Now, what to do with those little circles? Well, they turned out to be the fun disks! The company suggests that we string them together to form a bracelet or necklace. Oh yay! Because I've always wanted a cardboard necklace that displays bits of instructions on how to color eggs! But oh no, once you cut out the eight egg stands located on the sides of the box, you ruin the drying tray.
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| My Favorite Pieces |
Oh well. All we really wanted to do was carry on the family tradition, and in that we succeeded. Just like every year that came before, the kids fought over who gets to use the dipping tool, and who gets stuck with the soup spoons. We took bets on which color would be the first to be spilled. It was the denim blue this year, by the way. They bickered about wanting to use the same color at the same time, and they debated about whether or not one should "stir" the egg, or leave it alone to "soak". Aaah, but I've learned a few things over the years. My new tradition is to grab the last egg, myself, and blindly toss it into the nearest color bath, thus avoiding the annual wrestling match over the last egg!
