In college, at exam time, we got so sick of studying we went downtown to the "5 and 10" and bought coloring books and crayons, went back to the dorm and colored. It was relaxing, pleasurable and gave a sense of accomplishment!
I recall purchasing colored pencils and pens for my father. He send me to get supplies for his profession and I'd seen these colors on display. Recall growing up making an error and then went oh no!
Me either. I blame it on the fact that I have little to no imagination, or I'm afraid I'll chose the wrong color. Anybody know of a good shrink? Ha Ha.
carolsapple
Nov 21, 2017
My father was quite good at doing sketches in color, or characoal. He had a sketch book and would do a scene when he wasn't working.
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