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Brown etched egg

February 19, 2014


This is a brown etched chicken egg. I like the simple design and the rich colors. I don’t quite remember how I got the gold, but it was after the blue. A light acid wash after the blue, then a dip in lemon yellow or maybe golden wheat? That sounds about right.

Dyes are tricky – at least for me. And I don’t visualize the colors very well in my head so it’s all sort of a crap shoot.



Lawn flowers

April 6, 2013


Spring. Lovely Spring.

These wildflowers are from my lawn.  Don’t correct me and call them weeds. They are delicate flowers that I didn’t plant so that qualifies them to be called wildflowers.

Somewhere in suburbia a woman with fake nails and capri pants is harping at her husband to cut the damn lawn already. But not at my house.

A Chemical Romance

March 31, 2013


This is one of my first attempts using The Works to etch an egg. It’s fun! I started with a brown egg and when done with all my lines and dyeing, I put the egg in a little tub filled with  The Works and rolled it around for 10 seconds. I’m a little wary of working with chemicals that have have crazy warning labels on the bottle. I’m also a little wary of going to Walmart, which is the only place that seems to carry The Works around here.

The chemicals  removed the original eggshell color (the brown in the border) leaving a lighter cream color. I wiped the residue off the egg carefully and scrubbed the little bits with a soft baby toothbrush to clean it up. It is not a heavy etch with a lot of texture but I rather like the pottery-like look it gives the egg.

I kind of jokingly refer to this as Pocahontas Jesus because, well, it looks a little like Pocahontas. whatevs.

I’m off to rustle up some marshmallow peeps. Happy Easter! Happy Spring!


March 26, 2013


When I was little we used to go visit the relatives in Pennsylvania at Easter.  We’d always get big coconut eggs but we didn’t get our real Easter baskets until we got home.  There were usually flowers blooming in PA. It was a lot more spring-like than where we lived in upstate NY. We had Easter hats and dresses.

I knew the Easter bunny was real. Mom and Dad were with us in Pennsylvania. The door was locked and no one was home but the Easter bunny got in anyway. Because he was Magic.

I wasn’t suspicious when Dad had to go inside the house first to check to see if the bunny had come.  Childhood innocence  is a wonderful thing.

Here are two festive eggs to go along with that touching story. I had some trouble with the bunny egg. There must have been a crack or pin hole because after the first few dips in the dye it  developed little white spots. I got a tip from other Pysankers  to unplug the hole, let the egg dry out, then freeze the egg for a few minutes and quickly reseal the hole. The cold air gets trapped inside the egg and is forced out through whatever tiny crack there is keeping the dye from seeping into the egg.  Speaking of magic…Yay science! Yay Pysanky Nerds! It worked.

Pretty bird. Wheet!

March 10, 2013


Check out this little guy. My cousin made the cardinal out of sculpy clay because she’s cool that way, and sent it to me because she’s cool that way.

I had a hard time trying to decide how to decorate the egg for this fellow – he’s so darn cute on his own. So in the end I just went with a plain red & white egg in my favorite star-crossed lovers pattern. Damn I really love making those little stars/crosses. It’s kind of trance inducing. And as long as I don’t lose focus they all line up perfectly orderly.

Three cheers for orderliness and repetition – and repetition.

And a gold star to me for having the pretentiousness to call a series of diagonal lines and x’s a pattern.

I think  the little cardinal who has been singing his own praises in my backyard lately might approve.

Stars or crosses

August 19, 2012


Who can tell me what’s going on here?

1) Nothing

2) The pattern of diagonal crosses symbolizes the universal theme of star crossed lovers whose tragic quest for  romance will eventually destroy them.

3) There seems to be a pattern of making a certain a repetitious pattern. And also making it white on dark blue.

Yes, the answer is 3! You win nothing. Now get back to reading between the lines  and stop wasting time on the internet.



April 6, 2012

Easter eggs 2012


Don’t believe …

March 18, 2012

ImageDon’t believe what you read #`127.

Duck eggs are fun. At least this one was. I read somewhere that duck eggs are challenging and the dyes don’t always take well.

I decided to meander and let whimsy take over. Why spend agonizing hours making straight lines if the shell might be defective? But the dye actually took very well and I ended up with a color explosion.

I’m calling this Snowbirds, in keeping with my bird obsession. I dedicate it to all of the non-snowbirds who put up with those who converge on our little community every winter and say things like “That’s not how we do it in Michigan.” Um, no one cares.

Notice the bird that looks a little like a woodpecker. I saw a pileated woodpecker yesterday. I heard him call first and thought it was a hawk. Then I saw the unmistakable Woody Woodpecker cowlick and watched as be bashed his beak against the pine tree. Little bits of bark were flying everywhere. Why work so hard bashing your beak against a tree trunk for a few bugs when there are bugs all over the ground?

He’s obviously a Republican waging yet another ideological battle. This time trees are the target because they don’t know what’s best for their own trunks. This pine tree is a hussy,letting bugs use her trunk for sick, perverted purposes, then expecting the Nature Conservancy to bail her out when she gets a disease…

Wait, where was I?


January 28, 2012

I had this notion that I could pencil in the proper lines to somehow make a traditional egg, with bands that would cross diagonally.

a work in progress

When I couldn’t get the two sides even, I decided to make faces. One side was to be a girl and the other side a boy. A sort of Romeo & Juliet egg.

Juliet isn’t young and pretty enough.

Romeo is too pretty and in fact looks a bit feminine.

Both of them have some eyebrow/eye/lip issues.

You know how people always talk about every damn thing they do as being a journey? They decorate their living room and it’s a journey or they learn yoga and it’s a journey? For the record, I will never say that. Nothing I do is a journey. It’s more like a blender or a  waffle iron. Sometimes it’s noisy and things get mixed up. And sometimes things stick but you if you fiddle enough you make it turn out OK. Definitely not a journey.



I make things

October 24, 2011

Heck yes! I made a nest. Don’t ask how. It was hard and I almost gave up. Maybe it’s easier if you have a beak. Sometimes fingers just get in the way.

Birds impress me more and more every day. Not only can they fly and sing, but they craft such precious, cozy little nests. I bet if we let them, they could fix the housing crisis.

Anyway I made a nest. It’s a little rickety and a bit sloppy but I like it.

Kids, this is what can be accomplished by setting goals for yourselves. Dare to dream.