"Cool bananas" is so much more interesting and conjures up awesome associations like tasty lolly bananas, Rasta music and that great movie Cool Runnings. What's not to love? There's a myth that the flavour of these is based on a real banana that isn't around much anymore, the gros michele (or Big Mike), but according … Continue reading Why use “no worries” when you could use “cool bananas” instead?!
Category: Eggs with a tale
A moving eggsperience…
Easter 2019 has been a time of significant firsts. For Canberra, it saw the launch of our first Light Rail Vehicle or LRV (don't call it a tram!).After a lot of controversy, a lot of money and a lot of time the system is finally up and running. Some are thrilled - it must be … Continue reading A moving eggsperience…
A dip back in time…
This is a bittersweet egg-tale. This egg was decorated by my sister Kathleen, first dipping it in yellow dye then dipping, holding and turning in pink or red dye. It's a great eggsample of what a beautiful result this simple teggnique can give, with translucent layers of dye overlapping to create new tones. From side … Continue reading A dip back in time…
Eggstreme relief, saved on an egg
My Easter egg this year has a lot of eggstra special meaning for me. My daughter, Maddie, was diagnosed last year with a vestibular schwannoma, also known as an acoustic neuroma. The wikipedia explanation for that is 'A vestibular schwannoma (VS) is a benign primary intracranial tumor of the myelin-forming cells of the vestibulocochlear nerve (8th cranial nerve).' In lay terms, it's a benign … Continue reading Eggstreme relief, saved on an egg
Beetle baby…
My baby just turned 21. She's so old. I'M so old! Where did all those years go? Way back in the beginning, for her first Easter, I painted her an egg, just like I'd done for all her brothers and sisters before her. My baby eggs. Each design was chosen for a reason, some connection … Continue reading Beetle baby…
No fluffy chickens here today…
Be warned - eggstremely soppy post coming up... Back when my husband Neill and I were romantic young things, in the throes of young love but still too shy to say it in public, we would made lengthy phone calls to each other. Since this was back when phones were all firmly attached to the … Continue reading No fluffy chickens here today…