corner view ≈ egg

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once upon a time, i had a strange egg in the house. 
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i put it on the window sill, contemplating its seize. each time i passed the egg, i stroked its soft shell, which also felt a little uneven. 
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i guess you could say i liked its touch. 
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i'd been presented with the egg by means of a gift. someone had carefully emptied the egg out for me, and then brought it to the house. i was careful in turns, not to waste it, as in letting it drop. 
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it lived with us for a good few years. until one day, i let it drop. 
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i guess you could say one can't make any omelette without breaking the egg, but in this case, ... well.
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this week's theme egg, on jane's corner view, hosted by francesca

22 comments:

  1. poor egg! did you keep the pieces? I hope you got lots of delicious easter eggs!

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  2. Sad egg story...you'll keep your memory forever!
    Maybe I'll ask my Mum if she can give you one as compensation, she definitely has enough. ;o)

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  3. So the Humpty Dumpty story a la Nadine! ;>) Delightful as always.

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  4. My grandmother had a (empty) ostrich egg that her sister had brought her from Africa in the 20s. We were not allowed to touch it - but it became a good memory. Hope you too have a good memory of that egg, and the person who gave it to you!

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    1. i am ashamed to admit i have forgotten who gave it to me! but i'm keeping the memory fond indeed.
      n♥

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  5. Maybe you will acquire another one. Have you ever seen an emu egg, lots of texture there.

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  6. Egg's textures are incredible! And at least you do have a great and fond memory of that one egg, so it's like having it anyways.

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  7. You had me on the edge of my seat with your story. I thought you were going to end it with a funny twist that the egg hatched all on its own. I like the symbolic of eggs. :) xo

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  8. My grandmother used to make delightful ornaments out of blown eggs. She emptied them, dried them out, cut out an oval "window," painted them, and then created a scene inside, with miniature figurines and bits of cloth. They were quite lovely as Christmas tree ornaments. I tried to follow in her footsteps, but was never patient enough, and somehow my eggs always cracked when I was trying to blow the thick yoke through that tiny needle-hole.

    On another, similar note - I broke my favorite tea mug this morning. Knocked it off the side-table accidentally with my arm, and it shattered, egg-like, on the tile floor :(

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  9. Ahh - poor little egg! I'm sure it had a full and happy life on your windowsill though!

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  10. What a great egg story! I don't think I would have managed to keep it for years before dropping it though. :)

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  11. hope you have had other omelettes then :)

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  12. I hope you found another egg to take its place?!

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  13. I once had an ostrich egg and had it for a long time. Then I had children and they broke it! I would still choose my children over the egg though.

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  14. Well, it's time to find a replacement :)

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  15. in some old churches they have the habit to have the egg of an ostrich!
    it's there for new live!
    your egg reminds me of that.
    i had a koptisch Orthodox Egypt friend [ i hope you write it like that...the koptisch part..!] and he explained me why the egg was in his church!

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  16. ps, no CV for me this week...egg are all gone by now! ;-)

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  17. Beautiful story. I like the fact that you don't remember who gave it to you. Renders it even more mysterious...

    Nicki

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  18. I like your egg. The egg I have been carrying around, I am ready to let crack. I wasn't ready until last night. Even found myself crying over wanting to carry it forever and never let it go. I like that I was ready last night to let mine fall and read today the post of yours. Kismet :)

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    1. oh sista.
      ready is the thing.
      perhaps, as we speak?
      n♥

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