Every year the neighbor graciously hosts the Easter egg dyeing on Good Friday. This year she had some friends in town and we about doubled the size of the party.
You have to make sure you get your initials on them. You sure would hate to take home someone else’s eggs.
We started off with some sponge painting.
And did some tie-dyeing.
More sponge painting.
Some plain old dye.
K started like this.
She looked like this after her first two eggs.
Frankly, she couldn’t stand to work with the egg holder any longer. Fingers do a much better job.
Her mother was thrilled!
Bug had a hard time reaching the table.
Quite obviously, it was a ton of fun.
Recognize those blue fingers?
I just loved this egg. It reminded me of a globe.