I have an egg basket, but for some reason, I ALWAYS forget it before going out to the coop in the morning or any time. So, I end up taking the hard route: carrying 6-7 eggs at once, some under my armpits, and having to unlatch the gate and turn the doorknobs to boot. This is an Olympic feat when you're holding a ton of eggs, believe me! Why do I do such weird things?This is where you take your shirt, pull it up and bunch it under your armpits, tuck the egg under one armpit, waterer in the crook of the elbow, and pears in the "basket" made from your shirt!
(And you get a free hand to eat with ha-ha)
I'm always having to do that; I'm too lazy to go back to the house and get my bucket, even though I KNOW I'll be out in the garden eventually; you'd think I would leave it there, but no.... Shirt works better lol![]()
They also make these things,... Called "egg baskets"![]()
Lol back when I was first starting out, new hubby, new little house in town... I did NOT realize how much of an effect growing up with no peeping toms was ROFL... Hubs CONSTANTLY hollering at me to "put some dang clothes on, the neighbors can see!"
Ugh lol... Never happier to get back out of the city lol; now I can hike my t shirt up to my neck gathering tomatoes and eggs, and the only thing I'm possibly offending is the birds![]()
-Alexandra33
I learned at a very young age to NEVER assume the WHOLE pie is dry just because the TOP is... I'd rather have the goose poop pants over cowpie shirt, pants, and hands lol
that salty horse smell...the hair on everything... The bright idea to ride into the canal one hot day with a saddle and short shorts and having to PEEL my legs off it... That wet horse smell, lol nothing quite like it 
