I have been feeling a bit under the weather for the last couple of weeks. I had a minor surgery and haven't been able to go to the gym. As a result I have spent two weeks with the remote control firmly clutched in one hand while munching sweets with the other and generally experiencing the weariness that accompanies the end of winter. I had lots of things that I wanted to do, but just couldn't bring myself to actually do any of them (except make fresh yoghurt, I did do that). But then one evening I just got my butt off the sofa, got out my Grumpy, fed him and put him on his shelf, I made lip balm in two colours and flavors/scents and I used those funny little plastic eggs as molds for soaps. So three projects in one evening. Boy, did that feel good.
I just realized that easter isn't far off and now I need to start to prepare for that. My mom used to decorate for Easter almost as much as she did for Christmas. She embroidered little tablecloths, pillow cases and runners and we always collected the little chicks that decorate the chocolate Easter eggs that are customary here. When my sister and I got up on Easter Sunday we would go to the living room where my mom had put our almost identical eggs on this runner that was embroidered with yellow chicks, easter lilies, tulips and eggs. And there would be the chicks of Easters past and yellow candles. We would rip the cellophane off the eggs, see whose egg was the prettiest and then start to breake it up to get at the sweets it contained as well as the most important: The saying. There was always an old saying or adage inside. And back then it could be anything. I sometimes got the most horrid sounding things ("The stupid usually have a large head" springs to mind (it really sounds more poetic in Icelandic) and felt miserable, especially if the chick on my sisters egg had a prettier face than mine. Nowadays they only put the nicest sayings in the eggs.
The egg soaps were a fun little project that I still haven't completed. Getting the soap out has been interesting, to say the least. So I will have to see if I can make them presentable or if they are heading for the rebatch bin. This is all a bit fiddly and perhaps a little frou-frou, but they could be fun. The colours did turn out differently than I had anticipated. That means I learned something new. Which is great. I'll share the new knowledge in another post.
But I realized that I needed some retail therapy when I saw photo's of Lilacs on a blog and it almost brought tears to my eyes. Lilacs bloom in the middle of June in my world! So I went out and got this big garish pink Hydrangea to brighten up my life. Just to tide me over until nature starts it's annual show.