Which, by the way, I would like to point out he typo-ed as Eater eggs, which I loved because for those who give up something joyous in the food realm for Lent, that's an awesome typo.
I decided to go for it and make some.
They really are so cute. My biggest problem, though, is I don't have the cute basket she had to put them in, so now I'm throwing them anywhere I can think of to show them off.
On the candlesticks?
On the mantle?
Neither location is working for me. But neither is the random glass bowl on the dining table, because certain short people who live here think it appropriate to touch them during dinner.
I'd also like to know how on earth Retro Mama made hers so firm looking. Mine are stuffed to the hilt and still fairly lumpy. But here is yet another place where my mantra of "everything looks great from 15 feet away" applies.
In any case, they are a vast improvement over those horrid plastic eggs that are the bane of my existence every Easter.
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Best thing about these eggs is you can hide 'em and not worry about the odiferous reminder you'd get in a few weeks if you didn't find one. Not that something like that ever happened to me...
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