It’s as though the holiday wasn’t trendy enough for them. They don’t like all the fluffy little chickens. They don’t like floral bonnets. They don’t like little girls in white patent leather shoes. They don’t like pastels.
Let’s grind it in a little further, shall we?
I’m skittish about the whole subject of dyeing eggs. My Mom despised food coloring and never kept it in the house. I think it was because of that whole “red dye causes cancer blah blah blah” crap from back in the day, but the sentiment lingered. To this day I try to avoid using the stuff whenever possible. It stains and seems, well, unnatural. Am I the only one who feels like that?
To tell you the truth, I would be happy to avoid egg dyeing in general. One time, at work, I sent an email blast to about 9,000 people, inviting them to a Easter Themed Dying Party, as opposed to an Easter Themed Dyeing Party.
Small typo. Big difference.
The boss was thrilled with me that day.
It did not help matters that this was years ago, when The Passion of the Christ was playing in theaters. People were all aflutter thinking it was some trendy new controversial event.
Holy crap I hated that job.
- Eggs. Duh.
- Torn up tissue paper (Note: NEW tissue paper works best. Don’t use that old scruff you recycled from your Christmas gifts.)
- Coffee Filters
- Italian Parsley (Optional)
- Hot water with a spoonful of vinegar
- Tip: Tuck parsley leaves in between the tissue and the egg. It won’t leave an exact imprint, but it will effect the egg shell’s rate of absorption and help give softly marbled look.
- Tip: Certain color tissue will lose dye faster, so don’t go in expecting a rainbow on a single egg. Choosing colors similar in tone (red and orange, blue and green, blue and purple) will always yield lovely two-toned results.
Take a load off. Let the eggs rest there in the water for an hour or so. The orangy-pinkish egg above stayed in the water for 30 minutes, whereas the hot pink tomato colored ones in the rear stayed in overnight. Same tissue papers, different results. Like I said, I like my eggs unpredictable.
Once they are dry, blow their guts out and go to town; sequins, gold leaf, glitter, you name it!