Pysanky season is one of my favorites. Easter comes so late this year. I have waited so long to do my egg work in a timely fashion that I am rushing to get them done now. I'm rushing, but I'm in heaven doing it.
Earlier, my student's eggs were almost done. After dying the third one, I noticed that it was oozing dye through its pores. Weird. Very weird. Who even knew that eggs had pores? And then I discovered tiny cracks around the bottom. (That may have been the result of all the times I dropped it on the floor. Sigh.) It's all part of the process though. For me at least.
I've started working on ones for the little ones in my family now. One down. Five to go.