Remembering

I remember when I was a kid and going to elementary school. Floods and floods of sweet sweet memories. A most fond one was when I was in 2nd grade and I had this most creative and wonderful teacher, Mrs. Challis. Oh, Mrs. Challis you were and I’m sure you still are the peaches’ pie. And of course, she loved me! She really loved me. She would make a point of telling me how beautiful my fiery red hair was and how lovely I looked for school pictures. She would let me study my reading books all through recess!

I must admit there was one time when very naughtily I decided that perhaps, just maybe, I would be able to get out of arithmetic assignments forever and ever. I figured all I had to do was write in very tiny words down at the bottom right hand side of the page “I hate math. I really hate math.” I wrote it on every single assignment and since I was the favorite, I knew in my heart Mrs. Challis wouldn’t make me do one more. Oh me, oh my! I couldn’t have been more wrong. She was very upset with me and had to sit me down outside of class and discuss with me why math was so important and why I must work just a little harder to try to understand. “You are such a creative little girl, math can only aid you in your studies as you get older,” she said. She was right! Yay! Hip, hip hooray! Math is a fundamental principal throughout music, and even comes in very handy in pattern drafting. Admittedly, I’m still not very good, but thanks to sweet Mrs. Challis I can at least add and subtract and on occasion multiply and divide.

Oh goodness! Where has the time gone? What I meant to type about today was this little craft that Mrs. Challis had all of her students do every year around Easter time. These sweet little panoramic eggs. My sister and brother both had Mrs. Challis for a teacher, and the Mum Dear (my mother) insisted that she make one too with all of her sprouting children. So, Mum Dear has a total of 6 of these sweet little Springish delights. She has kept them all these years later and though they have a few bumps and bruises and the sugar has started yellowing a bit they are still such beautiful little reminders of past happy memories. Mrs. Challis would make all of the sugar egg halves for her class and then she would give them to us little cupcakers to decorate the inside. We were allowed to choose from all sorts of treasures (and treasures they were) to go inside and decorate our own panoramic scene. Little bunnies and birds and bird houses and ducks and mirrors for little ponds and such. She would then take them and have them professionally decorated with ribbons and decadent frosted roses and the like. Sweet sweetness!

I’ve made some kits up and they are finally for sale in ye olde emporium. These are a little simpler in design than the Mum Dear’s vintage ones. (After baking a few, Mr. Sours insisted on having one for dessert. What a tease he is to me! He even held it up to his mouth and was about to bite down. So terribly naughty!) The outsides can be professionally decorated, but I’ve included some instructions on how to achieve a few piping techniques without the use of tips. Next year, I might be including tips as using just the bags limit you to certain designs only. These are such fun for kids. Really, really! These can make a great Spring tradition for any crafty family!

  • Bree - I just happened on your blog recently and love it. So much so that I’m going back through your older posts (as is my custom when I find a blog I really like) and I had to tell you how pleased this post made me! I love love love these vintage sugar eggs. I remember my grandma moonie giving me one of these every year when I was little and I absoulty adored them. I think it maybe part of the reason I like tiny things so much. So thank you so much for bringing back such a sweet memory for me today.
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