night/morning therapy #12: the smell of childhood


Tonight might be more like a self-indulgent post than gratitude/self-like.  Far too self-indulgent. Still always tomorrow. Tomorrow start a diet to address current health issues. Tomorrow make phone calls. Tomorrow wash the floor. Tomorrow recover, heal, move on. Tomorrow. And until then, eat what I shouldn’t, drink hard cider, not make appointments, avoid my sister-in-law, leave in a pig sty – not fair to pigs – actually not as bad as people make out re how a piggery is.  Stay in misery’s comfort zone. My mother had to be miserable at all costs. There are scary days when she not only stares back at me in the mirror, but seems to possess me.

Scent is one of the strongest provokers of memory. Close your eyes next time there is a familiar aroma, and see how many places it takes you. I had been interested in the adult colouring book idea before it became a craze. I bought a small purse size volume, and have been gifted several full size ones, included the Art Nouveau one I am working on. I am not an artist – not self-deprecating. Ask the poor woman who gave the water colour class I took several years ago. So, I’m not jealous of the amazing colouring examples gracing face book and the internet. I dawdle along, holding my tongue in my cheek so I stay somewhat inside the lines.

The Art Nouveau book has colour plates at the front with suggested colour schemes, and pages at the back where you can plan your palette of colours, and tools. That’s where I read “crayons” How wonderful. I’ve been using coloured pencils, thick multi-coloured leaded ones with my travel colouring book, and regular ones. So, I bought a box of 24 short Crayola crayons. Opening the box, and selecting my first crayon I was overwhelmed by the smell of nostalgia. The crayon scent – colours and wax. I only vaguely remember colouring; I just know it was something I did. And, of course, early on someone pointed out that you “colour within the lines” and that “the sky is blue, and grass is green.” I can imagine myself thinking, if not blurting: “Says who about lines. Course the sky’s blue, grass is green. But this is a picture.” My mother, no doubt, had a hand in it. Nursery school and kindergarten teachers/pupils. When the grass can’t be purple, and the sky green, then some of the magic and fun is gone from childhood.

Grateful for colouring; that I can colour skies any colour I chose; that a $1.00 box of crayons makes me smile; grateful for another Sunday Masterpiece Mystery: Endeavour.

Self-like is tough tonight; guess that I can colour at my own level and not judge it against anyone else’s work. Now, if I could translate that into so many other facets. One at a time, breathe, one at a time.

Making impressionistic art by photographing flats of flowers through a glass table top.

impressionist yellow redimpressionist yellow


4 thoughts on “night/morning therapy #12: the smell of childhood

  1. wildchild47 July 4, 2016 / 9:11 am

    Self-like is tough tonight; guess that I can colour at my own level and not judge it against anyone else’s work. Now, if I could translate that into so many other facets. One at a time, breathe, one at a time.

    This sums it up. Really. You’re doing more than fine.

    And yeah, I totally like your “impressionistic” photo paintings. :D


    • taleweavering July 4, 2016 / 9:24 am

      Thanks — I like fooling around with composition and editing. Compensation for taking bad pictures, lol. My newest editing program isn’t behaving for writing text on pictures — one of the things I really want to do. May have to download another app.

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  2. Sheri July 4, 2016 / 8:04 am

    I like the thought of applying the concept of coloring outside the lines to our lives.


    • taleweavering July 4, 2016 / 9:26 am

      Yeah — there’s a blogger who calls their space “Coloring Outside the Lines.”
      I imagine Bob is good at colouring outside the lines, lol.

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