As you know, I can’ t draw, but my family can. At Easter, my mother brings the painted eggs out of storage and adds a few new ones. My brother, father and husband have been known to make amazing contributions (my husband’s helicopter is fab, for example), but I think I only pulled it off once, and that was by keeping it simple.
My mother labels the tins she keeps them in Good Eggs, Bad Eggs and Rotten Eggs. Here are a few of the ones she picked from the Good Eggs tin to hang on branches above the table this year.