Easter Egg Extravaganza

Last Thursday, before heading to my childhood for the weekend for some delectable meats and treats, namely steak and turkey and coconut cupcakes, the filmmaker and I decided to indulge in some nostalgia and dye eggs for Easter and general, heathen spring merriment. The filmmaker has been in a sorry state lately, with large calcium-rich rocks slowly traversing his uretha, so he decided to pamper himself with this smiling cookie; I liked the sprinkled accessory, which simultaneously evoked for me a yarmulke, or perhaps one of those Rastafarian skull caps. Such a jolly little fellow.

I am still completely obsessed with this cheap wind-up chick I found in the grocery store aisle the other week; its original purchased intent was to cheer up the filmmaker as well.

Eggs boiling, on their brief and beautiful journey to hard yolks, and ultimate destiny in the grand dye.

My friend Nicole, who is South African, explained to me that in Afrikaans, and I assume Dutch, "paas" means Easter; this entire company, as well as its packaging aesthetic and marketing strategies, now make complete and rational sense to me.

Exhibit of some of the aforementioned marketing strategies: rows upon rows of stickers. Other strategy with this particular dye kit include necklace materials, which consisted of punching out rings from the package cardboard and stringing them through your own twine. Some of the cardboard rings were complete with typed decorations, from the instructions along the back of the box.

The primary color egg dye, created from compact, concentrated pellets, some apple cidar vinegar, and some water. The beautiful images here are courtesy of the filmmaker.

The first egg is ready to dry; I choose a true rose pink.

Action shot of the filmmaker at work; his eggs, as you will soon see, were much more labor intensive than my own, and creative.

My hybrid gimlet-lemon cocktail.

More eggs nesting in the drying rack.

This one sat for ages in the yellow, I was aiming for a real deep goldenrod.

Dip into the red, dip into the orange.

Some of my eggs, in an antique green glass snack bowl.

My handsome filmmaker, waiting patiently for his egg to soak in just the right amount of color.

The filmmaker used tape to achieve this effect with his eggs, as well as some creative dipping and soaking styles.

My eggs, other than the top and final egg where I too explored the tape as a tool, were traditional solid colors, but beautiful ones.