I like to color eggs for Easter no matter where I am in the world. That doesn't mean that "the world" necessarily cooperates. I've already mentioned my hunt for white eggs to color in France. I didn't have that problem at all this weekend. I had white eggs. I had food coloring. I had vinegar.
I was ready!
The purist in me likes to have a few solid colored eggs, but then I tend to go a little crazy with more artistic, swirling, multi-colored eggs. I use the coloring in the cups, coloring right out of the container, and paper towels for texture and an element of surprise! Some are more pastel, others are brilliant! This one was my favorite...
It was like a tiny artist's palette all its own! These two weren't bad either...
They dried and went to the frige!
Getting ready to get my baskets together for friends on Sunday, the eggs came out of the frige. Brilliant and beautiful, I admired my handiwork and another successful Easter egg coloring event! (Ha! I was really pleased I took all these photos.)
In moments, my eggs were sweating and running. Color was everywhere but on my eggs. The brilliance disappeared. My masterpieces were pale incarnations of their former selves. I was bummed.
The baskets were still pretty, but the eggs weren't as bright and brilliant. I moaned:
"My eggs are sweating and my roses are wilting!"
Very much like me, in this hot and humid life we live almost every day in New Orleans!
And, it's only April!