Last year my son gave me a colouring book. I don't know where he got the idea... maybe he remembered that we used to colour together when he was little and that I liked to take over that part when there were a lot of small details to colour... Oh my, that was quite a long time ago, really, maybe only when he was in kindergarten or in the first grades of his elementary school, because later I didn't help him with his homework anymore. Was I a bad mom, neglecting my son's homework? I don't know... maybe... and maybe it's due to the fact that I always worked in the afternoons when he was home with his dad, who used to help with math and science. Perhaps it was also a decision my husband and I took not to supervise all his homework, and especially not to do his homework instead of him, as children also need to learn that, to take care of their responsibilities.
In any case, I didn't ask the reason why I got this colouring book from my son; maybe he just liked the flowers he saw on the cover of the colouring book or because he knows that I also fancy kindness rocks. However, with moving last year in the autumn and all the other stuff I was occupied with, there was no time to sit down and just paint. Until now! :))
So, my favourite place these days (late in the evening) is to sit outside on the balcony because there is a nice breeze, and I need it after a hot day spent outside or staying inside with the air conditioning. Finally, this colouring book caught my attention two days ago. The empty spaces that are meant to become colourful flowers, butterflies, and other little creatures will come alive exactly there, on the balcony.
That has one drawback, though, with that late evening thing - at one moment, you don't even notice it immediately, but slowly it becomes dark. 🤷♀
And then, ~~dangerous creatures crawl out of their night chambers and slink in the darkness, all you hear is their evil, muffled laughter as they approach to steal your carefree thoughts~~ you find a little lamp which brings you the needed light and continue to think about nothing and colour. Oh, what a therapy this is!! 😇
The FC Barcelona pencil holder is something that I am sure @palomap3 would like to see here. Actually, it is my son's pencil holder and his markers (except two that are mine) that I used for the first page of the colouring book. That is what I did the first evening.
There are many ways we can give ourselves this therapy of doing something that is not directly "useful" - looking at the activity from a conventional side. But it is useful in the way that you just stop and calmly look at those dangerous creatures, even if they have that evil, muffled laughter, you fight back with some bright pinks and yellows; red, blue or purple are also there, dots and lines - what a great battle and victory over darkness and a white page haha. 😂
@mdrguez - look how many flowers! 😁🌼
