Nearly 40 years ago I walked in to the Ukrainian Gift Shoppe in St. Paul, Minnesota, and walked out with several beautiful eggs. Thus starts a collection. Only a few are highly valuable, but they are all prized and enjoyed
Friday, November 21, 2014
EMBROIDERY EGG
The top one is ribbon embroidery that I found in my mother's estate and was not willing to toss, I knew it had a reason. Took me almost 2 years to figure out how. I embroidery the 2nd side in Brazilian Embroidery, a skill she directed me to and I have enjoyed for years. The "pin-point" edges were suggested by a friend, Krystal, I have the ornament she gave me to show me the how. It all came together and just got finished. Well worth the time and effort.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
"GHOST" EGG
The one on the right is an Ameraucana egg, slightly blue/green and normal sized. The one on the left is called a "Ghost Egg" or sometimes called "Chicken Fart" When a hen starts laying for the first time, or after she's been thru a moult and "recovering" it seems like they need to "remember" how to lay, kinda clearing the pipes and these mini eggs are the results. My grandson K. saved this one for me, he knew grandma had to have a least one "Ghost" in the cabinet. Now I do.
Thanks guy
The one on the right is an Ameraucana egg, slightly blue/green and normal sized. The one on the left is called a "Ghost Egg" or sometimes called "Chicken Fart" When a hen starts laying for the first time, or after she's been thru a moult and "recovering" it seems like they need to "remember" how to lay, kinda clearing the pipes and these mini eggs are the results. My grandson K. saved this one for me, he knew grandma had to have a least one "Ghost" in the cabinet. Now I do.
Thanks guy
Sunday, April 27, 2014
TOLE EGG
I keep saying I'm not an artist, I keep disproving myself. Maybe I'm just never satisfied with the results. The term "Primitive Art" keeps coming to mind. I could be just a might proud of this egg though. I'd never find an egg with Columbines and having been in this state over 30 years now, I call it, home.
I keep saying I'm not an artist, I keep disproving myself. Maybe I'm just never satisfied with the results. The term "Primitive Art" keeps coming to mind. I could be just a might proud of this egg though. I'd never find an egg with Columbines and having been in this state over 30 years now, I call it, home.
THE 3 THAT STARTED IT ALL
Bought in 1973 in St. Paul Minnesota. I have then at odd angles to show off their markings. Look up the art someday. It's quite a delicate, dedicated art. Takes almost a whole day to make one. I usually make 3 or 4 or 5 at a time, when I make them. I love the story that goes with them and why they are made. I try to make an egg or two my self every year, gotta do my part to keep the "demon" chained where he belongs. The collection will go on, and now I'm not done posting. Just going to take a break, It's springtime and the garden calls.
Bought in 1973 in St. Paul Minnesota. I have then at odd angles to show off their markings. Look up the art someday. It's quite a delicate, dedicated art. Takes almost a whole day to make one. I usually make 3 or 4 or 5 at a time, when I make them. I love the story that goes with them and why they are made. I try to make an egg or two my self every year, gotta do my part to keep the "demon" chained where he belongs. The collection will go on, and now I'm not done posting. Just going to take a break, It's springtime and the garden calls.
2 TURKEY EGGS
The Turkey egg at the start of this had been with me several years, but it never felt like it dried right. A non fertile egg is actually porous and over time will dry out over time until the yoke is a hard ball inside and will detach itself from the shell and they rattle, like a child's toy. If it was fertile, it doesn't dry right and that one literally "popped" as I was moving it back to the case. I was not happy, especially since it was mid-winter and the chance of finding a local turkey egg was pretty helpless. Time passes and one afternoon I found a gentleman in La Salle , Co selling non fertile turkey egg. Yee-Haw! A lovely Sunday afternoon driver, we met some lovely birds of several kinds, and joy of joys actually got to pet a very large Bourbon Red Tom, named Tim. The smaller of the two came from his mate, it was still warm and the larger one had been laid earlier in the day. We came home with 4 new eggs and a friend in La Salle, Co. Thank you Mike, was a pleasure to meet you and hope to again, soon.
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