When I was a child my mother would mark eggs after she hard boiled them. We always had lots of eggs because everyone kept chickens in the 30s and 40s - a saving grace during WWII. At some point mom started drawing faces on eggs when she put one in a lunch bag - she was a gifted artist who, as a teenager, hand-tinted photos for photographers. This was, of course, before color film. I picked up her egg drawing habit and have always drawn faces on hard boiled eggs - just for the fun of it, something I do for myself. I change "styles" every now and then - it just happens. Currently I seem to be channeling Picasso's less talented sister.
I always buy brown eggs - just because I love their colors. Once in a great while I find araucana eggs in lovely soft blues and greens - I can hardly bear to break them.
A few years ago I discovered a copy of Corky's daddy's professional magazine with a cover full of "eggheads". A completely different style from mine - I rarely give anyone hair.
The blue polka dot chicken with fuzzy worm is a refrigerator magnet - fabric fused to the magnets you cut.
5 comments:
These are way too cute. I love your eggheads.
Love it!
I was worried about you that you weren't posting. Glad only a computer glitch!!! Love the eggs. XX
Seems to me that every corner of your life is creative and whimsical. How very, very special. Hugs
Picasso's less-talented sister is doing just fine with the eggs. I remember brown eggs as a child but then they vanished from the store shelves - nobody wanted them. Now, the only organic eggs you can buy are brown. Full circle.
Blogger or no blogger, I have had nothing to post.
xo
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