The latest “thing” around here is adult colouring. Personally I think it’s a great idea.
I used to love colouring as a child, and as soon as my girls were able, I used to colour along with them too. We would open the book up on the table, or now that I think about it, we would set up our colouring on the floor more often than the table. They would choose a picture to colour we would open the book up flat so that I could colour the picture on the opposite page.
We would spread the pens, pencils or crayons out before us, pencils were always my favourite, and away we’d go, hours of fun.
Very often the girls would pick up their books in the morning to find that I’d coloured another picture after they’d gone to bed.
As much as I know I would enjoy a colouring book and pencils today, I will resist for now. What with working, sleeping, and the little bit of living I manage to squeeze in between, if I picked up a colouring book I know there wouldn’t be enough hours in the day, or night, for me to find time to do much else.
I thought to myself it’s a shame I didnt save any of my colouring, colouring books aren’t the sort of thing you keep really. But then I remembered a book I have sitting on my shelf…
A book about three loveable little toy characters and the adventures they have.
And look, I’ve coloured in some of the pictures.
I didn’t stay perfectly inside the lines, but going by the date inside the book, I was only five.