When I was a little girl Easter Eggs were a big deal. A Huge Deal. Just like going to the fair and Vacation Bible School, when you live in a small rural town, it’s the little things that make the biggest impact. Dying Easter Eggs was one of those events I could not wait for each year!
We would do them a couple of weeks before Easter and then I would get my parents or friends to hide them and I’d hunt for them over and over again. And then it was a few weeks after Easter before I could bear to throw them out.
So it seemed only natural that I’d play up the Easter Egg creativity with my own kids, except that they “sort of” liked it, but they weren’t wild about it.
Over the past few years, the idea of dying them seemed to be the biggest thing. I’d get everything set up, boil the eggs, bring everyone in and after a few dips, they were off and back to their video games or whatever, leaving me to finish up and sometimes do the decorating. In fact, last year was the first year we didn’t do any Easter Eggs at all and no one even mentioned it except me.
But I still can’t help but think about the tradition of Easter Eggs this time of year and I will admit that over the years I’ve dabbled in some other types of coloring…there was the egg spinner, the egg rolling cups, the glittery eggs. Some worked better than others but they were all commercial dyes and I always wanted more. Maybe you’ve felt the same way if you still dye eggs.
I will tell you that I am not what I consider a “crafty” person. Usually things turn out lesser than I hoped possibly because I tend to be impatient (the eggs have to dry?).