My Artist Tool and Obsession |
I loved my crayons. I loved them so much that I had rules when it came to coloring with me.
Rule #1 - you can't press hard.
I never liked the perfect point rub down into that flat round tip that couldn't get into those little sections of the art.
At my age, I keep my pencil tip sharp like a rapier and never let it to dull. Yeah, a little crazy (ssshhh, don't tell anyone)
Rule #2
Do not sharpen the crayon. I didn't care that a sharpener was built in. It never worked right, getting that point that when it was brand new. The crayon was never the same. As daddy's little girl, I forced my father to purchase me new ones.
Thankfully, I lost that. Is that age, having to work for my own money or maybe because I no longer color.
Rule#3
Don't rip the paper off.
See rule #2. It ruined the crayon. And dad had to get me new ones.
Rule#4
Don't press hard.
The perfect point would be ruined. And then dad had to get me new ones.
Rule#5
Stay in the lines.
In my life from my name to my dorkiness, I've never been cool and I'm open to new experiences. I love beauty. And there was nothing beautiful about coloring outside the lines. Since it was my coloring box - because I never used anyone's tools but my own - you had to follow my rules.
I can still be controlling. And I'm NOT changing.
What was your favorite toy from your childhood? Please share. I can't be the only one confessing...I mean SHARING!