Last Easter I decided I needed to have a bowl of wooden eggs. I bought them and did nothing with them. Until December. I know, it's an odd time to think of eggs.
One night, during Advent, the children were painting. I remembered my eggs and decided I would finally paint them. After painting them, I speckled them with a toothbrush (except the golden egg). And the next day I sealed them with clear spray paint. I remember the day I sprayed them. It was the day of Taylor's birthday sleepover and each boy that came to our house asked me why I had "Easter eggs" on the front porch. I'm sure the parents thought I was nuts.
And guess what! Last week I bought some smaller "robins eggs" that I plan to paint blue. They might be painted this spring. Maybe. I'm not making any promises. (I still have Easter outfits to figure out and make! That's my priority.)