Today we butchered several soft toys as part of our Easter celebrations. Those that went under the knife were chosen carefully. They had to have no sentimental value, be of unknown origin and preferably have something unappealing about their personality.
Sacrificing soft toys for Easter tradition
So the brown dachshund went, mostly just because it was a dachshund; the crab had its legs removed; and the smiling stuffed suns had their sun beams cut off. We needed those for hair.
The toys did not have the stuffing torn out of them for nothing. The bits they were sacrificed for have been given a new lease of life, well at least until Sunday afternoon, as decorations on our Royal Viking egg family.
For now the royal family are sitting regally on our kitchen worktop. On Sunday afternoon they will suffer the indignity of being rolled repeatedly down a ramp until they crack. Like I said a few days ago, we will do this in the privacy of our garden for fear that the neighbours will think we are nuts.
It took us two hours to make the eggs. It will take five minutes to break them. The neighbours might have a point.
Decorating the eggs
The Viking Royal family