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Bay & kdm welcome all of SF to an Easter feast! The weekend of Sunday, April 17
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thanks for the tag and the Easter festivities. Ya'll didn't miss a thing on the menu
Wow, Bay & kdm- you can throw down!
Wild Cotton Tail approves. 🤣👏
I’ll start with the owl latte- sip that on the way to the bar!
Spanky Bunny Hop, the Peeps man, I will only have one fresh yellow peep Please. Let me know if you want to sit together. I seem to think you are a lefty , so I could take the right side.
DELICIOUS! Thanks for the invite. 💕🥰😘
Wild Cotton Tail approves. 🤣👏
I’ll start with the owl latte- sip that on the way to the bar!
Spanky Bunny Hop, the Peeps man, I will only have one fresh yellow peep Please. Let me know if you want to sit together. I seem to think you are a lefty , so I could take the right side.
DELICIOUS! Thanks for the invite. 💕🥰😘
After high school and before college, i spent a year at home - for the most part alone with my psychedelic mind. It was during that time (approximately) that my mother i guess started getting back to her roots. She’s Russian, half Jewish, half Russian Orthodox, albeit not too religious from both sides. Yet she had a fascination with Russian Easter Eggs and had begun researching and buying materials to make her own. It was at that time too that i was more earnestly finding a college to go to, and allowing my psychedelics (non drug induced) to move into a more coherent dissociation for the life ahead of me. Off to college i spent the first year as a freshman in art college; went home at the end of the year, but returned to the midwest early to find an apartment for the sophomore year. I did not know - i guess none of us knew at the time what else was brewing in my mom’s life. pancreatic cancer.
it was in March of my sophomore year that i was called home, for - as my father put it “the worst”. It was. I never watched her making the eggs and sadly i don’t think any of them survived over the years - they’re so fragile. These are made with unbroken eggshells with no more egg inside! But so intricate in design - such a careful dying process. The picture below will give you a pretty good idea of how hers looked. I do hope making her own brought her satisfaction in a life that i know was a lot of torment as well. Though making them got interrupted with her illness, do think they made her happy.
i’m happy i have a memory of these easter eggs today and one egg in particular that she had prominently displayed in the kitchen for a few years. So though, bitter sweet, it is a fond memory of my mother and how easter has played a part in my life.
Russian Easter Eggs
it was in March of my sophomore year that i was called home, for - as my father put it “the worst”. It was. I never watched her making the eggs and sadly i don’t think any of them survived over the years - they’re so fragile. These are made with unbroken eggshells with no more egg inside! But so intricate in design - such a careful dying process. The picture below will give you a pretty good idea of how hers looked. I do hope making her own brought her satisfaction in a life that i know was a lot of torment as well. Though making them got interrupted with her illness, do think they made her happy.
i’m happy i have a memory of these easter eggs today and one egg in particular that she had prominently displayed in the kitchen for a few years. So though, bitter sweet, it is a fond memory of my mother and how easter has played a part in my life.
Russian Easter Eggs
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