Egging With Abigail, Part Deux

This is a stop along the journey to which readers may not wish to follow. Its name is Crazy Town.

Even though I know it's foolish and I never intend to do so, my recent holiday (Holy Day) pattern has been to stay up all night doing silly things that don't need to be done. Rather than a time of stress and anxiety, however, these nights have become a peaceful time of contemplation and thankfulness. So when you scroll past the pictures of ridiculous place-card eggs, please know that as I glued felt and googly eyes onto eggshells, my heart sang the praises of a risen Lord. Rejoice!

The idea of filling eggshells with chocolate-- like Kinder-eggs, only not so professional-- is something I've wanted to do for a while now. During the day, I blew out the insides of eggs, cut off the ends with a sharp knife (I said I was stupid), boiled them to get rid of any clinging germs, and then let them dry. (I found inspiration here.)

I'd been saving some colored chocolate melts my mom-in-law had left over from a Christmas project for something special. "As opposed to eating them plain?" you ask. Yes, as opposed to eating them plain.

I saved them for such a time as this.

After melting dark chocolate and coating the insides of the eggs, I let them harden, open-end down, on cooling racks before coating them with a second layer of colored melts. After they were dry, I washed 0ff all the drippy, hardened mess.

Here's the fun part. I was grinning so big as I stuffed the eggs, imagining how much fun it would be to be surprised by such on Easter morning. I tucked jelly beans, one quarter, one dime, one nickel, and one penny into each egg, as well as one tightly rolled message of joy.




Enter my stash of felt from Great Aunt Betty-Jo. Sixteen cents for a square of felt?! I thought those were the good ol' days, but felt must have been hard to come by.

I cut circles out of felt that would overlap the edges of the hole by a bit and then hot-glued the felt over the opening. Then I decided to turn the eggs into chicks, so I snipped rectangles of felt into grass and wrapped them around the egg, hot gluing them into place.

Googly eyes and beaks soon came tumbling after.

And here's the part where I unveil the glory of my dorkiness to the universe. I wrote PUNS on the back of the eggs in order to use them as place-cards. Not only did I write puns, but I giggled- GIGGLED- as I thought of them. At three o'clock in the morning, I thought I was the funniest creature alive. At seven o'clock in the morning, doubts crept in, but I took a picture, anyway.

That's Mildregg, Annicluck, Cock-a-doodle-Sue, Peeper, and Luchicka.
I'm so funny!
(I'm so ashamed.)

The next morning, they rested beside the chocolate bunny pops that I made around 1 in the morning. Give me chocolate, and I'll be productive.

The girls were so curious about them, and when I told them to peel off the shells, I eagerly leaned over their shoulders, waiting for the reaction. They loved them.

I think we've got a new tradition on our hands.