It’s still Easter.
My friend Jocelyn did Ukrainian eggs Easter weekend and posted on Facebook.
I was in awe.
So I invited myself over to do them two weeks later. She obliged.
To “adventure” well requires a little initiative. Dare to be rude once in awhile.
The boys played Wii and we crafted.
She had it all.
The practice knowledge.
The confident cheering on.
Even the egg for me, already blown.
“I think it’s going to look fabulous,” she kept saying.
And, I think it does.
There are fancy words for it and the utensils and such.
No words left today.