This is an interesting/unique spin on Food Friday. Henry and I have had Strep this week so my kitchen has been closed and honestly the thought of swallowing any type of food has been on the bottom of my list, as you can imagine. So glad to be on the mend now and excited to share this fun egg post with you. 
Let me start this by saying that Easter is SO much more than eggs and bunnies, it is all about Jesus. Jesus is the reason for Easter. Eggs are so symbolic of the tomb though and I love that. I have been wanting to make some blown eggs but was so intimidated by it. I am part of a club of really neat girls in town and one of them is real artsy and she showed us how to blow out eggs at our club meeting last week. I loved how simple she made it look, so I dove right on in and tried it.
My sweet little mama was at my house when I did this and she captured it in photos. I will share only this one because the facial expressions on the others she took are so embarrassing! It was quite the experience and we had quite a few laughs.
I loved having Mama make them with me. I know without a doubt our Granny was beaming from her craft room in heaven as she watched us make these. Mama took the easy job of cutting and I got the yucky job of blowing out the egg yolk and gluing the paper on. It was messy but so rewarding to create such delicate little masterpieces like Granny's.
Mama and I found this cool tree for cheap, cheap at a sidewalk sale in town that same day for next to nothing. I really felt like I had hit the jackpot, I must say. I loved hanging my eggs on it with a few of Granny's eggs in the mix. The large egg is a goose egg that Granny made. I love that egg. She bought those eggs from a farm in Fort Smith. It sat where Logan's Roadhouse, Waffle House, etc sits now. That egg is old! The scene on it with the two little girls and one little blonde haired boy makes me think of playing with my cousin's Sa and Zach at Granny's.
These eggs are so special to me. I displayed some in a beautiful pottery bowl I bought from the man who made it in rural Mississippi, some years back. He was selling it cheap because it had flaws in it. I never saw the flaws and loved the price. My favorite egg in this bowl is the one of Baby Jesus in the manger and a little girl/angel at his side. Knowing Granny passed on so much more than eggs to the generations after her, is so special. She showed the love of Jesus in all she did in the community and with her family. I cracked one of my eggs and went ahead and kept it and put it in this bowl with her eggs because we are all cracked and beautiful, just like that egg...and that flawed bowl.
And no Food Friday is complete without the little foodie. Here he is hard at work on the grocery list while Mama and Marmie did Egg crafts!
Let me start this by saying that Easter is SO much more than eggs and bunnies, it is all about Jesus. Jesus is the reason for Easter. Eggs are so symbolic of the tomb though and I love that. I have been wanting to make some blown eggs but was so intimidated by it. I am part of a club of really neat girls in town and one of them is real artsy and she showed us how to blow out eggs at our club meeting last week. I loved how simple she made it look, so I dove right on in and tried it. 
My sweet little mama was at my house when I did this and she captured it in photos. I will share only this one because the facial expressions on the others she took are so embarrassing! It was quite the experience and we had quite a few laughs. Our great-grandmother "Granny" made beautiful decoupage blown eggs before I was born. My grandmother "Mawmaw" gave me a basket full of them last year and I have wanted to recreate Granny's steps ever since. I remember the eggs growing up. I was never allowed to touch them, only to admire them with my eyes. Her trusting them to me last year was so special. I felt such a sense of pride, in a humble way.
I loved having Mama make them with me. I know without a doubt our Granny was beaming from her craft room in heaven as she watched us make these. Mama took the easy job of cutting and I got the yucky job of blowing out the egg yolk and gluing the paper on. It was messy but so rewarding to create such delicate little masterpieces like Granny's. Here is how we did it:
We took an egg and poked a hole in both ends with a needle. One hole was bigger than the other. We put a nasal aspirator on the little hole and blew the yoke out of the big hole (Granny blew the yoke out with her mouth because no one knew this little trick back then). It was gross, but sort of neat. We ran water through the big hole and kept sucking until it blew out clear water. We let them dry.
We then went through my basket of party napkins and cut pieces of them up. I mixed Elmer's glue and water in a bowl. I brushed the thin napkin piece on with a paint brush full of the glue mixture. (Granny did all this the same way except she lifted the scene on the napkin with some sort of solution and made it a lot thinner and more beautiful. I am not that patient!). We then let them dry on a cooling rack. After they sat for a few days I added ribbons and beads with a hot glue gun and put them on the tree! Granny sprayed her eggs with shellac, and I will eventually do the same.
Mama and I found this cool tree for cheap, cheap at a sidewalk sale in town that same day for next to nothing. I really felt like I had hit the jackpot, I must say. I loved hanging my eggs on it with a few of Granny's eggs in the mix. The large egg is a goose egg that Granny made. I love that egg. She bought those eggs from a farm in Fort Smith. It sat where Logan's Roadhouse, Waffle House, etc sits now. That egg is old! The scene on it with the two little girls and one little blonde haired boy makes me think of playing with my cousin's Sa and Zach at Granny's. I love the difference in the size of the eggs from her basket and my fridge. If you don't believe our dairy is now pumped with hormones, I urge you to come compare these eggs. It is almost scary!
Mawmaw added some ribbon to Granny's eggs some years back to hang from a tree. Knowing that 4 generations have been involved in these little eggs makes my insides smile as I look at my tree sitting high on my living room mantle so little Henry Patton won't also feel the need to get involved in them just yet. Actually, I hope he never gets involved with crafting ....just sayin! I will pass this on to Anna instead!
These eggs are so special to me. I displayed some in a beautiful pottery bowl I bought from the man who made it in rural Mississippi, some years back. He was selling it cheap because it had flaws in it. I never saw the flaws and loved the price. My favorite egg in this bowl is the one of Baby Jesus in the manger and a little girl/angel at his side. Knowing Granny passed on so much more than eggs to the generations after her, is so special. She showed the love of Jesus in all she did in the community and with her family. I cracked one of my eggs and went ahead and kept it and put it in this bowl with her eggs because we are all cracked and beautiful, just like that egg...and that flawed bowl.
And no Food Friday is complete without the little foodie. Here he is hard at work on the grocery list while Mama and Marmie did Egg crafts!Happy Food Friday!
Abby
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