Turns out I am, though.
There are some things I like so much that one simply isn't enough.
Marble eggs...papier mache eggs...chocolate eggs - any kind of eggs really.
|Yep - this is the kind of thing I meant.|
(and anything else that looks as if it might be found in a dusty old attic.)
- incase I ever need to host a Mad Hatter's Tea Party (although I do not - as yet - possess a mad hat.)