Leggo my eggo

An offshoot of my unrequited love for exotic chickens* is an unhealthy interest in eggs – speckled eggs, spotted eggs, pink eggs, blue eggs, ostrich eggs, duck eggs, quail eggs – I love all the eggy goodness. I’m convinced a pretty egg tastes better than an ugly one.

 

When Easter rolls around, I start feeling very sad about being Greek Orthodox. I start to envy the Episcopalians. Damn them and their pretty pastel Easter eggs! Curse their Easter egg hunts! Greeks are all about a morbid fascination with death. Forget about bunnies and marshmallow chicks - we're gonna dye eggs dark red and talk about THE BLOOD OF CHRIST! Totally fun for the whole family!

To console myself, I browsed through Neville Trickett’s vast storehouse of eggy treats. Just LOOK at these beauties:

Martha Stewart sent me over the edge this month with her blasted decoupaged eggs (I bet she's Episcopalian). Though I feel it's unkind of her to rub it in, it's a beautiful idea. Wouldn't an ostrich or duck egg look lovely with these beasties (also from Neville Trickett's Flickr) applied with Modge Podge?

Then again, they look beautiful just as their mamas' made them.

*My greatest sadness about living in New York City is not being able to raise exotic chickens. Though the cats are growing on me a bit, THEY DO NOT LAY EGGS OR HAVE FEATHERY FEET which we all know decreases their cuteness by a factor of twelve. 

P.S. Neville also has a blog and it's glorious.

P.P.S. It's funny that I think I will actually go home and decoupage an egg. Ah, the richness of my fantasy world.