I made a lot of pysanky in 2005. Easter came late in 2005, and I started very early. The weather wasn’t particularly nice, so I wasn’t drawn out of doors by the siren song of a Michigan spring.
I also really set up my basement workshop well, so didn’t have to decide each time whether it was worth the effort of dragging all my equipment out just to make a few eggs. So I spent my evening making pysanky, while the TV droned in the background, instead of vegging out in front of it.
Oh, and I listened to the entire Ken Burns Jazz series (glancing up occasionally) and learned the complete history of jazz.
