20: The egg and the hair dryer...

The egg-decorating project reached a standstill late yesterday afternoon.

Little Emmie clarified, "The plastic doesn't fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, Aunt Brenna."

Her mommy added, "Well, when I was little we always used to put the eggs in really hot water 

to shrink the too-big plastic bands, but that may take away the eggs' coloring."

I extended, "When I used to work part-time at Pottery Barn, 

during Christmas we'd always use cellophane bags.  

They came in one size -- big and square -- and then we would add 

whatever gift the store wanted to feature.  

You know what the trick is for shrinking a cellophane bag?"

"Sure!" everyone replied without pause.

"A hair dryer!" I whispered.

So the eggs skittered around on the plastic blue plate all the way down the L-shaped hallway 

and then rested on the bathroom countertop while I plugged in the hair dryer.

I wondered, "Could I just do them all at once?" 

So, I tried.

To save you the suspense, it didn't work.  Not even a little bit. 

The eggs would need to be done one-by-one.

So I held each one between my thumb and first finger,

rotating it every time the heat became too much.

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3.

4.

and

5.

"Emmie!!!!  Look!  The hair dryer worked!"  I called.

And two little sets of little girl hands filled the blue plate 

to merge egg displays into one...

...in the center of the kitchen island.

"Can we eat them know?" a little voice chirped.

Write on,

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