I’ve been a struggling college student for some time now, always working hard and playing hard, but never passing up an opportunity for an extra buck. My room mate a couple of years back had a creative idea that yielded us some hefty profits, especially on a holiday.
Like most people, we had off work Easter Sunday. The restaurant I worked at was closed for the day and she worked a 9 to 5. Although we’re both spiritual people, being that we were not going home for the holiday, we skipped the church and dinner tradition…it is quite difficult to fit a ham in the microwave.
Said roommate was struggling a bit on her portion of the bills, and asked if I would stop at the store and pick her up 8 dozen eggs, she claimed she’d pay me back on Monday. I was skeptical at first, but stopped anyway realizing I have been asked much stranger questions.
When I got home with all 96 eggs in hand, costing only about $12, She had a tarp laid out across the living room, covered in bowls of food coloring, different size straws and all sorts of utensils I didn’t even know we possessed.
As soon as the eggs were boiled through, we had an array of different designs laid out on racks all over the floors, some traditional designs, some with faces–but the most unique (and later I found out best selling) were the tie-dyed easter eggs.
Being that the next day was Easter Sunday and we had already been up through the wee hours of the morning decorating and painting eggs, She dragged me out of bed, baskets of eggs in hand, and we hit the beach.
Given that we live in South Florida, a major mixing pot of faiths, nationalities and beliefs, the beach was full of people from all walks of life. We walked around, targeting pretty much everyone with children, charging $1 per egg.
It really only took us about 2 hours to sell all of our eggs, netting about $80 in profits, which wasn’t too bad for 2 hours of our time, and headed home.
Now, a couple of years later, we’re planning our 4th annual Easter egg sell off, looking to make about $80 each. At this point, though, its not about the money, but really about the friend-bonding we get to share while hand making the eggs, and brightening up the faces of little tourist-children who are missing out on the Easter festivities. As we are both still living far from home, it’s too pricey to get home for just the weekend, and it gives us time to get together and share a tradition, much like large families do on Easter Sunday at home.