As promised, I did get my egg-dying episode documented. It’s with film, not a digital camera, so the quality promises to be what we’ll go ahead and call “retro.” Voila.

Darling male companion, painting away

Me, attempting great art

 

I assume this happened since we were attempting to make deviled eggs for the first time. And, to be fair, his is a picture of a witch (which is conveniently glared out).

 

Masterpiece!!!

Also, desecrating Easter lamb cake. A time-honored tradition in my family.

Do I tell you, sir, that I hid an egg on your chair before you sat down? Nah. I’ll let that be my little secret. With the egg. And the chair.

Voila l’oeuvres! That is all for now.

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