Each Easter I would hope and pray for one. I loved the way they glistened and sparkled. All the pastel colors of spring replicated in sugar. Bliss.
And a look inside was like peering through a looking glass and into a magical little world.
For some reason, my Easter Bunny never saw fit to bring me one of these eggs, and when I would share my disappointment with my mother, she would explain that those eggs weren't really for eating. Somehow, she thought this fact would assure me I was better off with the standard Easter candy, but I really, really always wanted one of those eggs. I never planned to eat it. I would have kept it forever.
Apparently, I wasn't alone. Each Easter, I love to look at the vintage panorama eggs on eBay and Etsy. Some of the eggs are 60 years old. I was not the only one with plans to keep their egg forever! Now I do have a couple of these lovely eggs, and I treasure them. They are vintage, and they are as wonderful as I always thought they would be. Just looking at them makes me feel like a little girl in a magical land . . . where everything might be possible.