Did you enjoy coloring as a child? I always loved a new coloring book and a set of crayons (the 64-set with the built-in sharpener was the best). Naturally there is a lot to be said about the familiar scent of a fresh batch of crayons, but I also always loved smelling the paper of the coloring book. There was just something very distinctive about it- merely thinking about it can bring up the scent in my mind.
One of the other ways I relieved stress and found a comfortable spot to sit in trying times was by coloring. When the workpile was a little larger than normal, lunchtime was a great opportunity to bust out a coloring book and crayons. There’s almost something meditative about it, and I gained great comfort out of the swish-a, swish, swish-a swish-a sound of crayon against the nearly-rough textured paper. And the meld of the scents– always a delight.
Today’s post showcases a coloring book and colored page from my lunchtime artwork: #gallery-259-2 { margin: auto; } #gallery-259-2 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-259-2 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-259-2 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */