Dying eggs is one of my favorite holiday rituals. It's the perfect activity to brighten up the tail end of winter and usher in some fresh spring color, plus we all love hard boiled eggs in this house. I had been planning to try all natural dyes this year. I kept seeing these glorious images of beautiful hues relying only on cabbage leaves, blueberries, beets... I want to be the woman that takes the time to slice and boil several different ingredients and to present a rainbow bowl of eggs drawing only from nature. Instead I am the woman who ran to the drugstore today to get a trusty package of PAAS and plopped a few pellets into cider vinegar. Time has not been on my side lately, and while I truly value pouring effort into even the smallest of projects, I'm learning that sometimes a corner can get cut and it's really okay. We still had fun.
Little Smith did very well only touching with 'one finger'... until he didn't. He grabbed an egg and, knowing that he was breaking the rules, ran off across the house with his treasure. It was actually hilarious, especially when he inevitably fell and smashed the egg. He loved watching the colored peel slide off and quickly gobbled it down with his dinner. No wasted eggs here!
And now we are heading off to New York to spend the week-end with family, egg hunts and a full table with loved ones, good food, and lots and lots of dogs. I have no idea what to wear since it's still freezing and most of the clothes that cover my belly are black (which doesn't seem appropriate for the pastel season). I will probably try to squeeze into my clingy purple dress and just blend in with the eggs.
Hoping spring finds us all this week-end. The forecast here is promising and I did see a patch of crocuses yesterday. I've been smiling ever since!