My dear twin BiTi, other pho' nho\ms en herbe, hoa si~, thi si~, art critic Mr. GQ, and Forum friends,
Last Tuesday, before I left for my trip to Nairobi, my twin asked me what I thought of Eggs as the theme for the week after, in celebration for the upcoming Easter.
I told her that it was a great idea; I also told her that I did not know what I could come up with for my entry, but in the worst case scenario, I had two full boxes of eggs in my fridge (stored for my kids, just in case Chuong got too tired of cooking for his little sister during my absence).
When I mentioned to my kids that I planned to take the easy approach by submitting a picture of the eggs in the boxes upon my return from my trip, Chuong told me that I should try to come up with something a bit more fun and creative, and suggested that I take a picture of a fried egg... with some bacon and sausages (!). To which, Mai Han excitedly volunteered that she would help me by decorating the egg with ketchup to make a face (!!!).
However it turned out that I did not need to be that creative, as Chance decided otherwise for me:
on the first day of the meeting that I attended, the organizers gave each participant a surprise gift. We were told to dip our hand into a big bag and fish out our surprise. So I dipped mine into the bag, and pulled out something quite heavy for its size. When I unwrapped it, I discovered to my delight, hidden in the middle of blue shredded paper, a Kenyan limestone brown egg.
Then earlier today, while waiting for my connecting flight in Amsterdam, I browsed this little museum shop at the airport. There they were, nestled in a basket, a whole bunch of colorful little wooden Russian eggs.
So here they are, the pictures of my eggs, the Kenyan one hidden in the little corner of a Nairobi garden, and the tiny Russian ones displayed on a plate that looked a little like a sunny side fried egg.
I love the entries submitted by my twin BiTi, CiTiTi, KL, TNS, Caro Nhu Hoa, Hien Lan, Thu Huong, Be' Lan. The photos and aquarelles are all beautiful, each one so distinctively artistic in its own way. I also love the colors that are captured in the photos.
And now that I am done with my entries, may I very gently remind the regular contributors who have not submitted ( ie, Trie^'t, Doug, Thua^\n, Caro TD, Khie^m and Lu*o*ng Hie^\n, Tra^\n Ha\ Tua^'n, Hi Du*c', Hy Hoa\, Trang, MInh Thuy', and last but not least........Ai' My~:-) ) to do so :-).
I can hardly wait to see your entries which I know will be as usual, special and beautiful.
I am not sure how our very romantic poets will come up with love poems about eggs (may be something like "sang' nay thu*c' day^,. nhin\ qua? tru"ng, anh nho*' de^'n khuo^n mat. em vo^ cung\" :-)) but, if you do feel inspired by the theme, please send in your poems too.
Happy Easter to all.
From Be^n Bo*\ So^ng
MC
Last Tuesday, before I left for my trip to Nairobi, my twin asked me what I thought of Eggs as the theme for the week after, in celebration for the upcoming Easter.
I told her that it was a great idea; I also told her that I did not know what I could come up with for my entry, but in the worst case scenario, I had two full boxes of eggs in my fridge (stored for my kids, just in case Chuong got too tired of cooking for his little sister during my absence).
When I mentioned to my kids that I planned to take the easy approach by submitting a picture of the eggs in the boxes upon my return from my trip, Chuong told me that I should try to come up with something a bit more fun and creative, and suggested that I take a picture of a fried egg... with some bacon and sausages (!). To which, Mai Han excitedly volunteered that she would help me by decorating the egg with ketchup to make a face (!!!).
However it turned out that I did not need to be that creative, as Chance decided otherwise for me:
on the first day of the meeting that I attended, the organizers gave each participant a surprise gift. We were told to dip our hand into a big bag and fish out our surprise. So I dipped mine into the bag, and pulled out something quite heavy for its size. When I unwrapped it, I discovered to my delight, hidden in the middle of blue shredded paper, a Kenyan limestone brown egg.
Then earlier today, while waiting for my connecting flight in Amsterdam, I browsed this little museum shop at the airport. There they were, nestled in a basket, a whole bunch of colorful little wooden Russian eggs.
So here they are, the pictures of my eggs, the Kenyan one hidden in the little corner of a Nairobi garden, and the tiny Russian ones displayed on a plate that looked a little like a sunny side fried egg.
I love the entries submitted by my twin BiTi, CiTiTi, KL, TNS, Caro Nhu Hoa, Hien Lan, Thu Huong, Be' Lan. The photos and aquarelles are all beautiful, each one so distinctively artistic in its own way. I also love the colors that are captured in the photos.
And now that I am done with my entries, may I very gently remind the regular contributors who have not submitted ( ie, Trie^'t, Doug, Thua^\n, Caro TD, Khie^m and Lu*o*ng Hie^\n, Tra^\n Ha\ Tua^'n, Hi Du*c', Hy Hoa\, Trang, MInh Thuy', and last but not least........Ai' My~:-) ) to do so :-).
I can hardly wait to see your entries which I know will be as usual, special and beautiful.
I am not sure how our very romantic poets will come up with love poems about eggs (may be something like "sang' nay thu*c' day^,. nhin\ qua? tru"ng, anh nho*' de^'n khuo^n mat. em vo^ cung\" :-)) but, if you do feel inspired by the theme, please send in your poems too.
Happy Easter to all.
From Be^n Bo*\ So^ng
MC
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