The Easter tree that my mother setup this year.

Setting up this tree has been a tradition ever since my mother had seen the idea in the craft section of a womens magazine many years ago. For the past several years it has been more of a tradition for my mother and my youngest sister. A few dry tree branches are gathered and stuck into a plant pot filled with sand. It is then decorated with the eggs.

The decorated eggs are chicken eggs that have been pierced through the top and bottom, had the fluids blown out (to be used for making scrambled eggs) washed and set to dry before being painted or decoupaged. The majority of eggs on the tree have the names of family members on them; mostly the names of my cousins. Also, the majority of those eggs were decorated by mother and youngest sister. I can’t remember when I had last decorated an egg as I haven’t done so in many years… Until the morning of this past Easter Sunday, that is!

I wanted to make my own egg for the tree as the one that has been hanging on it for many years now, was made by my ex-best friend.

So I had painted one on Sunday and set it to dry on the handle of another paintbrush held upright in a pot plant. I had found finger prints and smudges of the paint later that day when I went to check on it’s drying progress. So it was fucked because somebody had to go and touch it. I left it and will make a new one next Easter, I think…