Ewwwww, just ewwww, and wrong. Hard boiled eggs already dyed sitting on the shelves at Shoprite. No.
Even I, unable to craft a darn thing, would rather fumble at dying eggs with the kids than buy something already done. Of course, a gal can dream about really pretty dyed eggs, a la Martha.
Nothing I could create would ever look like these, trust me on this. I can do a lot of things well, but crafting, especially cleverly dying Easter Eggs, not my strong-suit.
We’ll go the traditional Paas route, add the vinegar, melt the tabs, and hide the eggs, and call it a success.
Chillier today than I hoped for getting the yard more cleaned up for the weekend. My landscapers haven’t come yet to do their first spring cleaning and I seem to be the only one around whose yard isn’t picked up after the winter branches came down. Maybe he’ll come later today or tomorrow morning. Weeds are already starting to grow up between the flagstones on the back patio. That’s not a good look if we eat outside on Sunday.
Easter plans everyone? Ham? Lamb? Hot dogs? Skip it?