In the category of “better late than never,” we dyed our Easter eggs this morning. Every year we try different techniques, some successful, some not. Today I had a contract to get out, some pansies screaming to be put in pots, lettuce and spinach seeds to sow (another entry in the “better late…” journal), two loads of laundry on deck and a grocery store run on my mind. I decided not to be goal-oriented and just go for some pretty solid colors. Nothing fancy. We divided the eggs up among the three of us and dipped and rolled for a bit. We ended up with some pretty colors and then I headed out to my gardening chores. When I came back in the house, I looked at the eggs and remembered how I love the combination of fine line drawings and watercolors. There is always a fine-line, retractable Sharpie within reach in our home and studio. Should you ever need the perfect book-inscribing pen, that’s the one you want.
“If I sat down and doodled on these eggs instead of doing laundry and working on the contract, would that be considered procrastination (bad) or doing something creative (good)?” thought I. “If I posted it on Craft Nectar, that would count as productive,” I reasoned to myself. The conversation in my head continued, “Is this worth posting? Does anyone care that I scribbled on my Easter eggs? But if I shared it maybe other people would enjoy scribbling on their Easter eggs. Maybe it could be an after-Easter-brunch sort of fun family activity for someone, scribbling on Easter eggs.” By this point I needed a second opinion. “Bill, is this interesting?” I said as I held out my Mendhi-inspired egg. “Very. I want to do one too.” Some people play Farmville or watch golf. We sit around putting graffiti on our Easter eggs. And this is why it’s 11pm and I’m just finishing up that laundry.
Happy Easter, Passover, Spring everyone.