I have a new respect for people who can make Ukrainian Easter eggs well. Today, my children and I attempted to make these lovely works of art. For a first time, they turned out pretty well. I'm not sure I turned out pretty well, though. My fingers are now assorted colors, wax is now covering the palms of my hands, and my arm hairs are singed. Yes, as I reach over the burning candle to place an egg on a paper towel for one of my kids, I noticed a terrible smell. I looked down. "Gosh darn it, " I thought, "that smell is my arm hairs burning!"