You’d be forgiven if your first reaction upon reading this post was something along the lines of “Wow, Keely, was your trip to Scotland last week secretly a dragon egg acquisition mission?”
Well, no, on two counts — first of all, I think there are probably some serious customs restrictions on the importation of magical dragons-to-be, and, more importantly, these eggs were actually waiting for me upon my return! Their provenance is Irish, not Scottish: the beautiful work of my crafting-genius pen pal Emma.
Can you guess how she made them? It’s genius, but I’ll let you discover it on your own. In the meantime, enjoy the fruits of the silly fifteen minutes I spent photographing myself cradling these eggs as though they were my own draconic brood.
I guess I’m slightly burying the lede here, as I often do — I suppose these dragon eggs have emerged in the spirit of Easter! Wouldn’t it be interesting if dragon eggs played a role in annual egg hunts?
Thank you again, Emma, for bringing this enchanting joy into my life! Now it’s just time to wait and see what kind of thumbtack dragons may inevitably hatch from them (imagine how cute they’d be! I bet they would make adorable clanging noises when they moved), since I’m keeping them so safely guarded in my nest of a craft room!