
Last week’s Etsomnia post, Deep Pockets, included a wisecrack about how Fabergé must have been having an off day when he created the egg listed on Etsy for $248K. I was immediately and thoroughly scolded (privately, happily, so at least you didn’t have to witness my dressing down). This anonymous eggs-pert informed me, you might even say over-informed me, about how much work it took, how valuable it is, how it’s a piece of art history, etc. I reiterated my point that this particular specimen was nonetheless something of a turd in the Fabergé punchbowl. My smug new “friend” helpfully suggested I do a post about Fabergé eggs to redeem myself and restore the good Fabergé name. I rolled my eyes, thanked him or her (in an attempt to learn something about my detractor, I addressed my response to “Dear Sir or Madam” to no avail), and went back to my life. Or so I thought.
“Don’t count your eggs before they’re hatched (unless they’re laid by Fabergé).” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
A day later, I was on the Met’s website checking the exhibition dates for something I want to catch before it closes and there at the bottom of the page was a blurb for an upcoming Fabergé eggs-hibition.* So I started reading, and you can guess what happened next. Long story short, I’m now something of a fan.
In an eggshell,* Russian jeweler Peter Carl Fabergé created the now-famous over-the-top creations in the elaborate style of Russian Easter eggs, substituting real gems and precious metals for the usual paint and base metals. He created his first egg in 1885 when Tsar Alexander III commissioned it to give to his wife for Easter. Empress Maria was so impressed with the jeweler’s creation, Fabergé became the official goldsmith to the crown, creating new eggs for the royal family on a regular basis. It’s no wonder the royal family fell in love with his work:
“Known as the Hen Egg, the first Fabergé egg is crafted from solid gold. Its opaque, white-enameled “shell” opens to reveal its first surprise, a matte yellow-gold yolk. This in turn opens to reveal a multicolored gold hen that also opens. The hen contained a minute diamond replica of the imperial crown from which a small ruby pendant was suspended.” -Wikipedia
Fabergé eggs are way too ornate for my taste, but I can’t fault the man’s wonderful creativity and ingenuity. He really did have an extraordinary gift, and I’m glad his work lives on. When compiling the photos for this post, I was faced with the challenging task of figuring out which were real and which were fakes. Once I cracked* the code, I realized it’s easier than you think.
*Please egg-scuse my egg jokes. I’m nearly done.
So, dear Constant Readers, please keep those cards and letters coming. Who knows? I might actually learn something once in a while!
“New Scientist magazine reported that in the future, cars could be powered by hazelnuts. That’s encouraging, considering an eight-ounce jar of hazelnuts costs about nine dollars. Yeah, I’ve got an idea for a car that runs on bald eagle heads and Faberge eggs.” -Jimmy Fallon
Last word: Better educated though I now am, I nonetheless continue to think that brown and gold thing from last Thursday’s post is hideous.But today’s research did help me to realize that THE EGG ON ETSY IS A FAKE. Who’s the eggs-pert now, huh? <drops mic>

August 21, 2016 at 7:31 am
You can put all those Fabergé eggs in my little basket … as long as I don’t have to pay for them. They are so intricately gorgeous.
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August 21, 2016 at 10:54 am
They really are amazing. What an artist he was!
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August 21, 2016 at 7:54 am
The are beautiful and so detailed.
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August 21, 2016 at 10:56 am
They really are. I’d love to see one up close!
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August 21, 2016 at 8:49 am
Faberge certainly wasn’t a “less is more” chap. I’ve seen some of his eggs-traordinary creations in real life (sadly behind glass) and the craftsmanship is absolutely breathtaking and obviously the shiny aspect appeals to me. Still, they aren’t quite my taste. They are so flamboyant as to be almost kitsch (nothing wrong with kitsch, of course) but they make me think of cakes that look delicious and which I eat too much of just to then feel sick and fall into a sugar coma.
In other news, my iPhone insisted on changing the name Faberge into Ganseys. I’m going to go out on a limb here and suggest that more people want to write about Imperial Russian eggs than wish to write about fishermen’s jerseys. What the heck, phone?
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August 21, 2016 at 11:01 am
That’s hilarious. I know what you mean about them being over-the-top. But though I don’t feel moved to decorate with them, I am still amazed by their fussy perfection.
Story time: I was once married to someone who loved all that stuff. I was asked if I would like a Faberge reproduction as a gift. I responded that no, I didn’t want a “Liberace turd.”
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August 21, 2016 at 11:29 am
Liberace turd! Ha ha ha!
I gifted my husband a fossilized dinosaur turd just so I could make a joke on “tough shit” when I didn’t give him the expensive games console he wanted.
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August 21, 2016 at 12:26 pm
Respect!
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August 21, 2016 at 6:32 pm
Those are beautiful, and I learned something, too! It’s good to know that one from your last post is a fake. It really is ugly!
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August 21, 2016 at 7:09 pm
Thank you! It IS ugly!
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