“Give crayons. Adults are disturbingly impoverished of these magical dream sticks.”

Today is dark, damp and chilly, but I don’t mind. My dance card is empty so I’ll probably just stay around the house and read. Last night I started a book called The Altar of Bones. It will keep me occupied.

I feel witless today. Nothing of import rambles in my brain. I looked out the window over the sink for a long while waiting for the coffee to brew. The male gold finches are at their most beautiful. Their feathers are deep yellow and striking in the darkness of the day. I noticed the red chests of the house finches. Even slight colors pop on a day like today.

For the longest time, probably well over twenty years, the walls of my house were white. Color came from whatever I used to decorate. One year, though, when it was time to repaint, I decided to go with color. I didn’t just choose pale or pastel colors. Nope, I went put on your sunglasses bright. The living room is lipstick, a deep red. I chose grey as its companion color. The bathroom went pink, bright in your face pink. Nutmeg was my choice for the dining room, and it is my favorite of all the colors. The kitchen is green but an odd color green difficult to describe. The hall is blue, a light blue. Upstairs the hall is grey because the walls leading to it are red. The open linen closet is red, sort of the living room in reverse. My room is a bright yellow; the guest room is deep blue and the bathroom was lilac. I say was because that bathroom is now blue-green to match the new shower curtain, but I liked the lilac so much I used it downstairs in the once pink bathroom. I like the lilac better.

All this talk of color has reminded me of my Crayola crayons, the box I always got for going back to school. There were 48 colors back then. No other kind of crayons would do. They would be an embarrassment, just pale imitations of Crayola crayons. IΒ remember opening the box and getting my first whiff of those crayons. It was a special smell that only came from a box of crayons. I’d look at those perfect crayon tips lined up in the box then I’d pick the crayons up one at a time to see the name of the color. I learned burnt Sienna is a sort of brown and periwinkle is a kind of blue. It wasn’t just a red crayon in that box. It was brick red or violet red. Yellow was lemon yellow, as bright as the fruit. There were new words for me to learn like magenta, thistle and maize. The colors were the hints.

I have a commemorative tin of Crayola Crayons. It contains all 48 colors that were in my box some of which have since been discontinued. The tin isn’t valuable in money, but when I open it, I smell the crayons and see those tips lined up in a row, and I am seven again. That tin is invaluable to me!

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  1. olof1 Says:

    Yes those Crayols crayons! Loved them but when I started seventh grade I got some oil pastels instead and after that nothing else was good enough. But they didn’t smell like the crayols πŸ™‚ I never got the 48 color package, I think I got something around 18 or twenty, some I never used and some I used so much only a small piece were left at the end of the year πŸ™‚

    I need to paint my cottage soon. I’m thinking of dark red in the kitchen together with some greyish green perhaps. I want blue in my tine bathroom and perhaps some kind of yellowish upstairs. Never white, that just doesn’t work with four dogs and two cats πŸ™‚

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      I think at some point we all grew out of crayons. Most of us liked paints next.

      We had a cigar box filled with the stubs of crayons. We always brought it out when we colored. Only a crayon that was so small you couldn’t hold it would get thrown away. We always got new boxes of crayons at Christmas.

      The white alway got dirty over time, but I’d wash it to look okay, not new but not dirty either. Now the doors are what I have to clean. Gracie doesn’t do much to the walls, but I need to wash the couch in here. She sleeps on it all the time, and it needs a good cleaning. I figure I’ll do a cushion at a time.

      Have a great evening!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    The new box of crayons is probably my fondest memory of elementary school. We got a brand new tin of 8 perfect Crayola crayons. We’d practically be shaking with the excitement.
    The inside of the tin was pristine white. The paper wrapping of each crayon was intact and unmarked by any of the other crayons. The points were perfectly sharpened. And the smell of new Crayola crayon wax! Sigh.
    Inside of week or two, the paper wrappers would be peeled and ragged and marked with the colors of the rest of the box. The points would all be blunted or slanted. Some crayons would be broken. The pristine white surface of the inside of the box would have wax bits and streaks of color all over it. The box itself would probably be dented.
    I always had the tiniest bit of resentment for the elementary school art teacher. Her box of crayons was always brand new.

    I bought that commemorative tin of Crayola crayons but I let my niece and nephews use them. They’re a mess. But they were well loved so I’m not at all sad about it. πŸ™‚

    It’s dingy weather up here, too. Oh, well, there’s always laundry.
    Enjoy the day!

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      We always got the cardboard box, never the tin. I don’t think I ever saw the tin. I went looking on Google and saw the tin unopened.

      I know exactly that feeling when the crayons are brand new, untouched, intact with the point and the paper. The first thing was always tearing the paper down as the crayon got smaller. IT was a must but still painful.

      I never had my nephews visit and color so my tin is intact.

      The laundry still sits in the dryer!

  3. Bob Says:

    I never got the big cardboard box of 48 crayons because my mother always told me that 24 was good enough. I remember the packages of manila paper that we had to buy to draw on with the crayons in class. In Texas they were called Crayolas by both the teachers and the other kids, kind of like calling tissues Kleenex. I can recall drawing on the top part of the manila sheet blue, the bottom green with a square house and two stick figures, one a man and the other a woman, in the middle at the top of the green stripe. Two brown sticks with green clouds on either side of the house for trees. A second grader’s view of the world.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I think that was my point of view every time I drew. My talents do not lie in drawing. The best I could ever do was a stick figure with a skirt and long hair for the mother. It was my way of differentiating her from the stick figured father.

      That’s interesting that they were always called Crayolas. 24 was really good enough but I always liked the different shades that 48 gave me.

      • Bob Says:

        I think I went out and bought myself a box of the 48 when I was an adult just because I wanted the big box and I could afford it πŸ™‚

      • katry Says:

        Besides, Bob, you never know when crayons might come in handy!!

      • im6 Says:

        I will confirm they are known as “Crayolas” in these parts. And, Kat, if you didn’t see it, I have you to thank (and did) for inspiring me to change my Facebook profile photo.

      • katry Says:

        im6,
        I love your new Facebook picture.

        When we said crayons we always meant Crayola but somehow the name never translated into the crayon.

  4. Birgit Says:

    My e-world has different colors now. Today I discarded my quite old big CRT computer monitor for a new energy-saving flat LCD monitor. I still have to adjust the color settings and get used to it.
    Back to old-fashioned black&white: Somewhere I found a link to the Pete&Toshi Seeger travel movie trailer “Get A Camera”. Seems to be new 2013 movie? Not sure, but I have to see the whole movie if possible. You may know it already, it is about the Seeger’s traveling during the McCarthy era and folk music around the world:

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      You will love the flat screen.

      I have a flat monitor for my PC which died a long while back. The LCD monitor sits on the desk waiting for some time in the future when I buy another computer.

      I don’t know the movie but I loved the trailer. That was just great. If you find the whole film, please let me know. Thanks!

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      I looked at it a second time, and I swear they went to Ghana. I recognize the sounds.

      • Birgit Says:

        You recognized the Ghana sounds? Wow!
        Thanks for the link! Permission denied on folkstreams/vimeo, but available on YouTube. A wholly different world, really interesting. I’ll keep on searching tomorrow. Goodnight.

      • katry Says:

        Birgit,
        There was one dance where the women were dancing in a circle and waving a white cloth which looked like a handkerchief. I recognized that dance as Ashanti, also from Ghana. I’m sure if I looked again I’d see more.

    • im6 Says:

      Hey, Birgit… just want to let you know I’m still stalking you. Discovered you commenting over at Star Maker Machine! (You can’t escape!)

      • Birgit Says:

        im6, πŸ™‚
        NSA and British GCHQ and im6, – should I be worried???
        I’m following SMM even longer than KTCC. Only very few more blogs with comments to find πŸ˜‰
        It seems you follow good music blogs, any recommendations?


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