Friday, April 5, 2013

Colored Pencils

Color my world.
I'm not a big colored pencil guy. My life with crayons though goes way back. Each Christmas, one of the special treats curled up in our stockings, 'hung by the chimney with care' was finding a new coloring book and a box Crayola's best. Coloring books all had themes. Ours were no different. Some years they were all about  Christmas, but cowboys and indians, trucks and cars, wild animals in the jungle and scenes depicting the seasons were also popular choices of Santa. Opening that fresh box of crayons was an event I aways looked forward to. The perfectly formed colored points and the delicious aroma that issued forth are memories I still hold true.
To tell you the truth, the smell of a lead pencil, colored or not, was troubling to me. It still is today.
These days I pay homage to the pen a lot, but...
Viva the crayon!

20 comments:

  1. Kids are still kids...I have spent many happy hours coloring with my grandkids. Now that they are older, they've lost interest; too bad since I still enjoy coloring! Bright and cheerful photo!

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  2. I can smell them right now I swear.

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  3. Coloring books! Thank you for reminding me of that singular pleasure.

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  4. But the 'smell' of a lead or colored pencil bothers you? Hm. That's a very sensitive nose.

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  5. Oh yes, the look and the smell of a brand new box of crayons could not be beat. I always wanted the big box with all those 'in-between' colors in it.

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  6. My students always want to use the colored pencils. Why? Maybe they view them as not ordinary daily items.

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  7. What a beautiful memory... :) I loved coloring too - and still try to sit down once in a while and do that with my kids. It's rather therapeutic. You give me hope, that maybe my kids will have a great memory like that too!

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  8. Always fascinates me how simple memories pack such a wallop. I love the smell of fog. And old books.

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  9. ha ha. colored pencils are my favorite art medium. my only medium these days. :)

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  10. I'm sure I have done the same as a kid, but I can't remember it.

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  11. Do they still have a lot of colouring books around?

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  12. ... I've enjoyed your BlogSpot very much for quite some time. I come from the West End of Portland - Went to St. Dominic's Girl's School, etc. What a lovingly memorable neighborhood, Irish as the Shamrock. Strong and everlasting. In fact, all that you write about raises similar images in my mind that draws a smile on my face.
    Continue endearing yourself to your committed readers ... Well done, 'Brown Paper bag Man'.

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    1. My Dad was an altar boy at St. Doms.

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  13. It's amazing that Crayola never had a serious competitor. I thought their 64 box was heaven but I really liked colored pencils, too. They are so much more precise and delicate.

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  14. The big box of 64, my favorite.

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  15. You must have a colourful past indeed :-)

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  16. Those pencils look like a portrait of my brain. Oh, Crayola crayons, how I adored them & coloring books. Today, I do like my Prismacolor colored pencils, but they don't have the good smell!

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  17. Coloring books! I remember them, and the feeling of peace they gave to me : coloring was an easy thing to do, did not ask any reflection, subjects were pretty, and it was a good way to escape from the people and world around ..

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