Toni Stone March 2, 2002
401 Buck Hollow Road
Fairfax, VT 05454
Eggs and Jelly beans
I remember Easter; much it always seems purple tome, pale purple and pink
with yellow flowers, Easter, so best deserved, after a long winter. the pussy willows promise green leaves and summer. chocolate eggs in grassy baskets with jelly beans. i never liked jelly beans,
but I always loved the way they look. . those elegant little egg shapes, rumbling around at the bottom of the basket. Steve loves jelly beans. he likes to put them in little plastic eggs and hide them.
that’s what they did years ago, at his house, hide the eggs..then they wouldbe found.
finding an egg full with jelly beans would not tempt me. i like stuff out on the table, seen right away.
even if an egg had a quarter in it, if it had jelly beans too, i wouldn’t bother. . but, Steve was right,
one year at our egg coloring party he hid eggs everywhere for the children and they got excited.
i thot it was boring. i kept on painting eggs as they rushed around pursuing plastic eggs to find. yuck.
i remember dying eggs and painting eggs. i love the way real eggs look. that oval shape is a turn on for me. i love to feel them and hold them in my hand. it is a wonder that real live birds and creatures come out of eggs and from eggs. i love eggs, the yellow and white of eggs and the green-grey tiny edge around the yolk yellow before it goes white…the flesh colored shells.
the scranky stuff thats a film holding the shell together even when i its cracked.
eggs are always showing up on my quilts.
if you ever discover more fabric with eggs on it, send me some.
i collect it for spring quilts and autumn quilts. eggs are like seeds.
i remember eggs mostly at Easter. pussy willows are shaped like eggs, too.
i like round things everywhere. circles, mandalas, ovals smooth circling around things.
sharp edge stuff makes me a little nervous. i know angles are necessary. little five-inch squares are good in a quilt. the fabric is soft. it makes up for the hard edges. I notice I only wear plaid, angular shirts when i want people to stay away from me, when i want to be alone. i don’t spend nearly as much time quiet and apart as I need these days. how can i think if everyone is always in my face?
then i can only think in reference to what they are doing or saying, but really rich thinking happens when the talking dies down. sometimes i am overwhelmed, these days, by the need of people to say as many words as possible to say one thing.. and how easy the simple yes or no would suffice.
even be a blessing.
when i called the bakery to order lunch for our Staff, i asked, “does that soup have butter in it?”
the crazy lady on the other end of the phone proceeded to give me a short unabridged history of
every soup on the menu. the one i wanted to know about was last, about that one she said,
“i don’t know if it was butter or not because i wasn’t here when they made it.” this was way more fact then i needed. “who shall i ask then?”, i queried. she said, “wait a minute please”, and came back with the answer, “no, it doesn’t have butter.” i ordered the soup, and hung up the phone, more tired.
circling around is great on eggs, but in talking, it makes others want to run away so fast.
