That is something that I usually do with my girls, even as adults, but mostly with Kim. She has always LOVED dying Easter eggs. When I was growing up in Indiana, we would hang plastic eggs from a tree in our front yard, but it NEVER looked like this: I can't imagine the amount of work that went into that. And don't forget about taking them off. That would be even worse, I think. However, I am captivated by it. Our tree looked more like this:
Maybe not even this good, but we had fun hanging them from the tree.
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