Eggs-cellent: Part I

I had this great idea the week before Easter.  I would make some DIY "d-egg-oration" for our kitchen.  Seemed simple enough, blow up some balloons and wind a bunch of glue-drenched yarn all around them with no particular pattern.  And while this sounds really simple, my yarn kept tangling up between the glue and the balloon, causing me great consternation.  And glue up to my elbow.  But quit?  No way.  The kids had picked this yarn out.  And my husband was already chuckling to himself, so there was zero chance I was giving up.  I self-assuredly pressed on.  And that was my first mistake, letting my pride take over the egg project.    

Thinking that the prep work had been the worst of it I let them dry for an extra long time before I grabbed some scissors, ready to see how awesome these babies looked when I popped them.  That was my second mistake.  Overconfidence.  Imagine my disappointment when I popped the first balloon and this happened...  

Now imagine my husband's absolute hysterics.  Along with the sound of glue crackling like a roaring campfire as it refused to come loose from the balloon.  Third mistake?  Oh yes, there's more.  I still didn't quit.  Well, technically I did quit for about two hours while we listened to the balloon continue to deform as it sat in the trash can amid a pile of glue confetti bits that had broken free with the initial pop.  And then I got mad.  Mad enough to fish that sucker out of the trash and start poking.  Pulling.  And prodding the balloon free of the glue.  Then poking.  Pulling.  And prodding the yarn-cage back into a loose interpretation of an egg-shape.  Which finally resulted in this...

Pleased, I went for the second balloon and popped it in a few places, not just one.  While this equalized the pressure a bit, it still deflated and deformed.  At which point, I was furious enough to hold the glue personally responsible for this egg disaster.  "Seriously, Elmer's?  You cannot beat me.  I will win this.   And salvage the project, despite your crafty ploys!  Ha-HA!"   So I picked up my third egg.  And started poking each individual pane of balloon to free it from the yarn/glue.  I did this up and down, all the way around the egg.  And each time this caused a sound similar to a painted-shut-window being forced open.  Oh yeah, fun times in our house!  THEN I popped the balloon, and it snapped free all in one piece, leaving my egg shell intact!  I fished it out with glee, then hung the eggs above our kitchen table and counters.  While they were still terribly rough looking, they were the right shape.  Balloon-free.  And ready to be filled with Easter grass and some spare plastic eggs.  

Yes, we all enjoyed a little festive cheer each morning as we sat down to breakfast.  But nonetheless, my husband is now under strict cease and desist orders, that should temporary insanity ever take hold of me again I am n-e-v-e-r-r-r-r allowed to try this project again.  Because I don't really know what I did wrong.  I just know it was WAY too much effort for the result.  Final grade:  Two bunny ears down.