Your mother sends your daughters a book titled What to do with a Dab of Glue, or something like that – I’m too lazy to get up off the couch and actually check. Your daughters pore over that pages, looking for crafts and things to do, right now!
You make air dry clay, play dough, face paint, etc. Anything, as long as it’s quick and easy, but what they really want to do is make a mosaic. An eggshell mosaic, no less. Mom, can we crack all the eggs in the fridge to make a mosaic? No my sweet loves, that would be crazy and would make me yell. Yes my darlings, I will start saving egg shells.
I start saving egg shells. And saving. The bowl sitting on the counter fills quickly to overflowing with eggshells. Overflowing. The husband begins to wonder what exactly is happening on this counter top. He begins to think his wife might have a hoarding problem involving sticky white crackly things. I may have a problem, but it involves other things. Like yarn, and fabric, buttons, books, educational stuff, graphic novels…. Let’s just forget those things and resume egg shell discussion, why don’t we?
Then, yes then! We gather our multi colored egg shells into individual dishes and set them on the kitchen counter and leave them there for a few days. At this point the husband has stopped questioning silently and has begun gently inquiring as to what exactly our plans are with these…. colored shells? I know he was thinking garbage, but he’s tactful, the husband is.