“I hope nobody took the Razzle Dazzle Rose.”
Fall weather has taken hold. The days are sunny and warm while the nights are chilly, even cold. I put on a sweatshirt when I woke up this morning. The house was 67˚. If this were winter, my heat would be blasting. I have errands today, and I’m glad because it is a lovely day to be out and about.
When I was young, the nun would pass out papers with outlines of leaves for us to color. In those days the points of the crayons got blunt which make staying in the lines difficult. You had to attack the leaf with the side of the crayon, not where the point used to be. My leaves were red and yellow. I think everyone’s leaves were red and yellow. I remember carrying my treasure home and how proud I was of my art work. I especially remember how much my mother loved those leaves. She made me feel like a real artist and never did mention I went out of the lines.
Crayola crayons were the best of all. I’d get a box to go back to school and a bigger box, the wonderful 48 brilliant colors with the built in sharpener, in my Christmas stocking. When I was really young, I just called the colors red, blue or green. To differentiate, I’d just say light blue or dark red. I didn’t know names like cerulean or turquoise blue. Raw sienna totally threw me. There were so many reds you couldn’t keep track. Light red, dark red and just plain red weren’t enough. There was brick red and Indian red and maroon, my dark red’s real name.
I had a certain artistic style. The yellow sun always had rays coming out from the whole circle. Girls had turned up hair and boys just had a little on the top. Their hair was always brown. I’d put a skirt on the girls which looked liked a funnel. The boys just had stick legs. I don’t know why I didn’t add pants. My flowers were petals of different colors and each had a long green stem coming from the green grass. The trees had bare branches and were almost stick figures.
I never did get good at drawing. I suspect that if I were given a 64 pack of crayons, I’d start with a bright yellow sun with rays extending from the whole circle. It wouldn’t be lemon yellow or green yellow or orange yellow. Nope, mine would just be plain old yellow.
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September 25, 2015 at 1:43 pm
We’ve had very mixed weather here today. Windy all the time but also lots of sunshine but also cloudy with rain. Fairly warm though so it was quite pleasant most of the time. Not bad since it is so late in September.
I don’t think I ever hade a package of 48 crayols crayons, if I remember right mine was areound half that size. But when I got older I instead got pastel crayons, they were softer and sort of fat in the texture. It covered the surface so much better but it didn’t take long until one had to buy new ones 🙂
Yes the sun always had to have those rays but I can actually not remember ever drawing humans with my crayons. I can remember dogs, cats squirrels, roosters and horses but no humans and like van Gogh I had a predilection for sunflowers 🙂 I used to make them for my mormor and one time she sent one of those pictures to the news paper and it got published 🙂 I still have that saved 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
September 25, 2015 at 6:10 pm
Christer,
Outside is still warmer than inside. I’m wearing my sweatshirt and slippers as I got cold.
My sisters even got the box of 64 one Christmas. I don’t think I kew anyone who got pastel crayons. I saw them in art when I was in high school but never owned any myself.
My humans didn’t even look like people. I was never very talented in drawing. I think I drew a few dogs but they, of course, didn’t look much like dogs. I’d frame any picture of mine which made it to the paper.
Feel better,
Kat
September 25, 2015 at 5:54 pm
Copper red moon on Sunday/Monday, total lunar eclipse.
September 25, 2015 at 6:11 pm
Birgit,
Thanks! I have it marked on my calendar and will be outside for the whole of the eclipse.
September 25, 2015 at 9:02 pm
The only way I know that fall has arrived is the start of the State Fair of Texas. The fair runs for 24 days and is the biggest state fair in the country. When I was in college the fair was a big deal. The Midway, Fletcher’s Corny Dogs, lot’s of salesman selling stuff and the big game. One weekend during the fair is the big game between the University of Texas and Oklahoma University, the Red River Shootout. Dallas is neutral territory for the game and it brings in thousands of crazy fans, parties and street drinking to downtown Dallas. I don’t attend any longer because it is the same thing every year.
September 25, 2015 at 9:19 pm
Bob,
We have a few fairs around but none are as big as yours. They all have the usual animals for judging, tractor pulls and fair food. My mother and sister and I used to go to one but I haven’t gone since my mother passed away.
The weather changes to warm days and crisp nights and that announces the start of fall. A few hot days will sneak in but not many.
September 25, 2015 at 11:12 pm
My sister loves her adult coloring books. She can immerse herself for hours. Uses crayons, felt tipped pens, coloured pencils and even paint. The books come in all manner of themes and styles. Many are complex. Some are simple. You can find them online.
I’m stuck with stick people and doodles. Sigh…..
September 26, 2015 at 11:45 am
T,
My sister too loves to color but she doesn’t want books with designs. She wants the coloring books we had as kids. We always got a new one every Christmas with Santa, Christmas trees, snowmen (boring as you couldn’t see the white) and presents. That’s what she wants.
I’m going to sign right along with you. Once my friends and I played Pictionary. No one could guess my drawings. My friend drew a bathtub with claw feet. I knew I was doomed.