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!"
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