A funny thing happened on the way . . .
I’ve found the most wonderful group of laughing women in the Boomers Forum in Etsy. We’re so good at supporting each other in our art projects, and mentoring each other in marketing. But our greatest skill is in amusing ourselves and each other.
One of the loveliest women on Etsy is Chrissie, who makes amazing felted pieces for her shop, Makeyourpresentsfelt. The shapes she makes and especially her use of color is just brilliant, as the Brits say. I had posted this picture in one of our chats for the rest of the group to see, and many of us Americans admitted to never having seen egg cosies.
I wanted to run to my old scrapbook and scan the drawing on the right at that moment, ’cause it’s one of my favorite India memories and I didn’t have anyone to share it with when the incident occurred.
My family was planning a trip to one of the old hill stations in Maharashtra with the Hash House Harriers (a group of drinkers with a running problem, but that’s another story) over Easter weekend. My girls were eleven years old, but reminders of traditions were always in need for ex-pats so I thought it would be fun to hide some Easter eggs. Since I was living in an all-expenses-paid hotel, I naturally called room service. The kitchen could hardly believe that I wanted a dozen boiled eggs, and when they delivered my order I understood why. I was so astonished when room service wheeled in my service for twelve that I just folded in half laughing. I was dying to share the vision with someone! If only digital cameras existed then!
Once we got to Matheran and checked into our rooms (just like a scene from a Forster novel) it dawned on me that hiding eggs was totally out of the question. The area was swarming with the sorts of half-tame obnoxious tourist monkeys who’d steal the sandwich right out of your hand. What a grand mess they would have made with a dozen boiled eggs!