Egg-cellent progress.

After sleeping in the trailer the other night and dozing off watching my breath crystallize in front of me, I wasn't overly surprised to find snow on the ground Saturday morning. As a result my weekend plans to demolish the trailer and review the extent of the water damage in the frame had to be postponed. Tired and possibly coming down with pneumonia, myself and my partner in crime opted to avoid driving into town in the snow, and selected to instead stay at base camp in the comfort of my dad's trailer; quite a bit larger and equipped with a wood stove.

Since there is no internet there (dial up doesn't count as internet...) I was forced to return to the days of pre-technology and actually think of something to do. Luckily for me, the Easter holiday was being prepared for and the kitchen table was covered with the residue of egg dying props.

Not just any egg props mind you, but hard-core, super dedicated egg props the likes of which they use in the Ukraine to torture children into remaining unhappy while handing them chocolate covered bunnies. Poor Ukrainian children! But, I thought to myself, what a wonderful way to spend the day!

I settled into the chair, armed myself with a tysky (basically a pencil with a tiny funnel on one end), grabbed the chunk of beeswax out of the startled grip of my 10 year old brother and went to work melting wax in intricate designs onto an egg which will be sacrficed this week in order to make breakfast.

The results? After two arduous hours melting and dripping and dying and calculating the angles mathematically on a sheet of scrap paper bearing the residue of several different dyes, I produced the following:



Miracle of miracles! The damn thing actually worked. Swelled by a sense of my limitless Ukrainian talents, I proceeded to suggest to my erstwhile companian that he select a design from the box and that I, in my infinite wisdom and patience, would reproduce it to his liking.

He proceeded to select the most complex pattern on the box, no doubt to thwart me. But I would not be intimidated! My second creation is the first picture above. Here it is from another angle:



The end result? I am now crosseyed and most of my right hand is green. But those two eggs are the purdiest in the basket and will remain so until the cat bats them onto the floor.