I've had a really strong urge in the past few days to colour with oil pastels. When I close my eyes, I can feel their creamy surfaces gliding on my sketch pad. Red, green, yellow, blue and my personal favourite; gold. Make no mistake, I am no oil pastel art genius. I also loved snapping them till they break into bits, just to test how tiny the flakes coulld get. Oh, and one time, I sprinkled brown crayola flakes on vanilla ice cream and served them up to my sister. Naturally, after that episode, I was not allowed to own any crayon by the parental unit till I was 12. :):)
So this post, is a tribute to crayons, which remind me of simpler times, and are the stuff of kid's dreams. Not very many other things can do that.