Today when I was visiting my friend at the nursing home, I found her in the activity room, sitting at a table with other residents and some volunteers and they were coloring pictures that had been duplicated on pages.
My friend is 93 and was only coloring with the others in order to humor the volunteers. She was very pleased that I came and she could visit with me instead of coloring.
However, most of the others seemed to be enjoying the activity. One of the volunteers, Millie, remarked, “When I was a kid, I spent hours coloring.”
That took me back! Yes, I spent hours coloring, too. What fun it was to choose the right color scheme and make the strokes evenly and in the right directions. I loved the smell of the crayons, and the sharpness of the crayon points. I was very proper about my coloring and I stayed in the lines!
Years later, I tried my hand at paint by numbers. That was great fun for me, too.
But then one day I read that if you ever wanted to be a serious artist, you should never do paint by numbers. You should use your imagination and creativity and make your own pictures. I never did another paint by number picture.
I launched into painting my own scenes. Now I sometimes use crayons to make pictures, but I make my own scenes. I have a wonderful set of crayons. I should use them more often.