Yesterday, as i thought about observing Easter and spring, i fondly remembered doing pysansky in Philly with Marci (while Deb cross stitched). I might still have some dye packets, but contemplating the time, the mess, the sinus pressure from blowing eggs, i didn’t begin to desire to actually decorate blown eggs.
I did want to send some sort of greeting, no matter how late, to my grandparents. Lately i’ve been popping off photo postcards, using adhesive backs on prints i have made at RitzPix. The thought of an image collage in an egg shape seemed to echo the usual striped egg, and then there was the temptation to do image mapping to a 3-D surface. How hard could an egg be?