These eggs are seriously groovy, dudes.
And they are not to be confused with the eggs I shared on Monday that are dyed from silk neckties. (A little confusing, right?)
These have the look of the T-shirts I tie-dyed at Girl Scout camp in the mid-nineties. In other words, they are nostalgic to me. And Henry actually had a ton of fun with these. (Unlike the silk tie eggs, which he couldn’t have cared less about.)
And also white vinegar, hard boiled eggs, a surface to work on (I like to use an old cookie sheet) and a paper towel. (Something else you will probably want is gloves. We didn’t use them and survived with colored hands for a day or so.)
Eggs + Vinegar
Here’s what the egg looks like as you start adding colors. Just roll the egg around until the colors are everywhere.
You can use tongs to rotate the egg and get the paper towel nice and saturated with colors.
Use the tongs to remove the paper towel. And, BAM – you have yourself a faux tie-dyed Easter egg. If there are white spots, you can simply roll the egg on top of the paper towel to dye those areas.
The neat thing is that you can do the whole process over and over from start to finish. Or you can be like us and just use the exact same paper towel for all 12 eggs. (This is when it got really messy and would have been better to have gloves. Just wrap another egg in the pre-dyed paper towel and roll it up. We pressed the sides gently to make sure the eggs were getting dyed. When it was getting faint, we added a little more dye.)
I adore how the eggs turned out. They are bright and festive and also unique.
And the entire process was extremely easy for me and a toddler. I was also able to talk a little about the Easter story with Henry, which was also fun. (Basically, as we wrapped up the egg I told Henry that went Jesus died, his body was locked away in a tomb. And then after dying the eggs, we opened them up and I shared that when the tomb opened after three days, Jesus was alive. And now he lives in all of us and makes us colorful and alive, too. Maybe it’s a stretch, but I thought there was a connection. And I had a captive audience who seemed to enjoy it.)
Just like us, right?
I’m pretty sure that I’m not at all qualified to be giving religious lessons, but Henry didn’t seem to mind if there were theology issues. And at the end, we ended up with some really groovy eggs, to boot.
Who wants to come over for some groovy egg salad?