Tuesday, July 29, 2008


Do you remember shopping for school supplies when you were a little kid? Perusing the aisles filled with wide-ruled notebooks, two-pocket folders, No. 2 pencils, and crayons?

My favorite thing as a kid was buying a brand new box of crayons. I remember the rush of excitement I felt as I opened the box and examined the pointy tips of those crayons all perfectly sharp and aligned according to color. And the smell of the wax rivaled that of fresh baked chocolate cake any day. The older I got, the bigger the box got. Oh and joy of joys when I finally graduated to the box of 64 colors with a built-in crayon sharpener. To a child's eyes, those crayons represented endless possibilities.

Even as an adult, I love crayons. I am still partial to the reds and pinks although the names have changed. Wild strawberry. Pink Flamingo. Razzle Dazzle Rose. Cotton Candy. Jazzberry Jam.

Today we were leaving Target and I happened to see a box of 120 crayons! No way was I passing that up even though we have way more crayons in our art closet than you could ever possibly need. When I got home, I waited until all the kids were gone out of the room and I opened up that glorious box of crayons. I was mildly disappointed because rather than one giant box of 120 crayons there were three. But I pulled those boxes out and lined them up next to each other and opened the tops. I still felt the rush of joy I had in my youth. Those tips were still perfectly pointed and aligned. And the colors made me, well, happy. The price of joy - $5. Now, where did I put those coloring books?


Kim said...
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Heather Leigh said...

Hey Becky! Just checking in to say HI and found your crayons post. I tell you, I could almost SMELL the waxy Crayola scent as I was looking at your photos. Cool.

Pauline said...

You could smell the crayons as you talked about them. My coloring books are in the entertainment center cabinet ... choke choke i keep them there for the kids (me) LOL