Box of Colors

Box of Colors

Today is 10/10/10 and I spent a good portion of it coloring.

With crayons.

In a coloring book.


It surprised me how much I enjoy coloring.

It is so calming to spend a few minutes moving a crayon across the paper. I especially love coloring books; I don’t even have to think of what to draw, I just relax and turn off my brain for a few minutes. And I’m so happy afterward.

I really need to do this more often.

What brings you joy?

P.S. I still think that white crayon is mostly useless.


I love shopping at Anthropologie. Not because I actually buy anything; I make way too little money. Not to mention the fact that their fairy tale clothes fit a version of me from a long, long time ago, and a land far away.

I love Anthropologie for the window shopping. The mix of feminine with the unexpected and out of the ordinary makes the shopping experience interesting every time.

But mostly I love Anthropologie because of the work they put into their displays. They build sculptures: an impossible pile of 50 wooden chairs all balanced on one chair on the floor (don’t worry they prepared for klutzes like me and secured them in place), a display of antique light bulbs, a water scene sculpted entirely of bubble wrap.

And yesterday, a papier mache ostrich.



I don’t know if the Anthropologie staff gave her a name, but I think I shall call her name Shirley.


Doesn’t she look like a Shirley?