I might be a bit behind the times, but recently I stumbled across this concept of adult colouring books.
Okay, get your mind out of the gutter. I'm not talking adult, colouring books, I'm talking adult colouring, books.
Remember the hours you spent as a child, with a packet of Derwents (the colouring pencil of choice - all the posh kids had them which meant that I didn't!) and a book of pictures begging to be filled with all the colour a young, unlimited imagination could conjure?
My brother and I spent hours on our stomachs on the floor in the lounge, books open before us and pencils scattered between us. Visits to Grandma's involved a big bag stuffed with our favourite books and tin of pencils.
Teddy-bears, fairies, cars, cartoon characters ... every turn of the page was a discovery; the mystery of a fresh new picture ... oh the disaster of not having a pencil sharpener!
It saddens me, in a way, to think that this simple pleasure is one that children growing up in today's age of extreme, hand-held technology will most likely never know.
These books are designed for those of us who grew up in a time when microwave ovens were only available to the people on Lost in Space.
And then we got busy - busy building careers, getting married, paying our mortgages ... Meanwhile, these delights were growing up behind the scenes, maturing while we weren't looking. Now, just when we needed to remember how innocent we used to be, and what simple times we used to live in, they've popped up to delight and enchant us all over again.
|Colouring books for grown-ups|
One article I read about adult colouring books even said that people are organising colouring-in parties. Basically, you get yourself a couple of sets of coloured pencils, a few colouring-books, a bottle or two of vino and invite your friends.
I was great at colouring-in as a child. Thought I was very talented, I did. It was only when I tried to draw that I realised there was a difference and it dawned on me that I wasn't that talented afterall. Better then, that I became a writer instead!
In any case, the new craze of grown-up colouring books sounds like heaps of fun to me and I believe there are some amazing books out there with designs and pictures to suit everyone - from the complex to the not so complex - and I reckon I'm going to get my hands on a few and revisit one of my favourite childhood distractions.
Ahh, did someone say escapism?
Now, don't make the mistake of thinking you can just pop down to your local supermarket and pick one up like in the old days. These books are serious business.
Beautifully presented and exquisitely drawn, they could make someone a lovely gift. Do a nice job on your colouring-in and you've got yourself a gorgeous coffee-table book with your own personal touch to it.
Check out your local bookshop - the good ones will have quite a collection for you to browse through and a range of pencils to get your imagination firing. Bye the way, a little birdie told me that Dymock's in Camberwell have one of the best selections in Melbourne!
Until next week, why not revisit an old childhood pastime?
|Great supply of pencils and books. Thanks Kat for the photos!|