So last week while Jim and I shopped Dollar Tree (where everything is a dollar and yet they don’t sell trees (very deceiving)), I picked up head band bunny ears. I got them for a dollar and they weren’t even on sale! So I wore them at work every day last week. I’m a class clown of sorts, without the class. Hmmm, that’s not how I meant it. Anyway, I had several people compliment me. Some ask where my cotton tale was. Others scoffed (they didn’t think I saw). Some were ballsy enough to ask if I planned to wear them all week or how long did I plan to wear them. It was quite an uproar of sorts at work.
My evil plan succeeded.
Earlier in the week, my cousin’s Aunt Bette was displaying her annual Pysanky creations. Here’s what she creates. I swiped these photos off her Facebook page. Some are prior years. Some are goose eggs. I couldn’t stop putting the photos here. Not all are from this year. These are just a sliver of what she produced over the years. Click any photo to biggerize it.
Aren’t they amazing? As long as I can every remember, my Mom had had 2 or 3 in her curio from Bette. (Update: After speaking with my Mom, she told me she’s got about a dozen displayed in a basket, in her curio) This year I commented on one that was my favorite from this years batch. She mailed it to me! She was so careful in wrapping and mailing it. Despite the “fragile” warning on the package, it came torn up. I think “fragile” means “smash here” in some postal language. Anyway, the egg arrived unscathed. Gorgeous. It will go into my curio when I find an appropriate way to display it. It was suggested to use a shot glass? I thought museum putty? What ever I use I want to be invisible to the egg. Next year I’ll be commenting on her works of art more. Hint, hint. Here’s the one I chose as my favorite:
My mom and Aunt Donna have cancelled their trip to see me indefinitely. Until my mom is fully recovered from the e-coli issue, my Dad had decided to not rebook the flights. I’m bummed but it’s really not a big deal because she’ll come in the next week or so. I had bought her (well for her, me and Jim) a big pail of Easter candy that I put into the guest room for her. Since she’s not coming, all bets are off and Jim and I began the dreaded candy feast. We ate way too much so I brought it into work to “get rid of it all”. Of course I ate some there too. Picture it. Me, carrying an Easter basket while wearing rabbit ears. Scary.