All through my adult life I have had a secret love - unfortunately there isn't anything remotely romantic or exciting about it, but it is something I find relaxing and strangely satisfying.....Yes it's colouring in. I thought I was the only grown-up in the world who loved spending time choosing colours and finishing pictures but it turns out that there are a lot of us out there.
I think my love of colouring in partly stems from my total lack of artistic ability - I can't draw or paint or sculpt or even stick things in straight - see my AntiCraft post! So I take great pleasure in finding a picture that someone else has drawn and colouring it in. It's also a great way to zone out a bit - it seems to use the part of my brain that forgets time and place and I just end up in my own little world. It's a remarkably relaxing break in a stressful life.
A couple of years ago I started finding articles online about other women who liked to colour in too. There was this article in The Telegraph all about women in France who had discovered the joys of colouring and have set up facebook pages (with over 1,000 followers) and all sorts of like minded groups who get together to colour-in. They even designed their own colouring in books with really complex drawings, rather than your usual cute animals and fairies that they make for children. Apparently colouring books are more popular than cookbooks over there.
After that I felt quite vindicated in my choice of pastime - I can even admit to it now and other people don't think it's a really strange thing for a grown woman to do. I don't even have to wait for my lovely little grandbaby to grow up to legitimise buying colouring in books and textas and colour pencils - although I'm sure we'll be colouring in together whenever we get the chance.
SPOILED FOR CHOICE
I remember not so long ago the only options were kids' colouring in books, I had a couple of Barbie books, based on the Barbie movies, that my daughter bought for my birthday (in case you aren't aware, Barbie leads a very exciting and colourful life!) or downloading pictures from the internet (I'd just Google "adult colouring in pictures") to print off and indulge myself.
Now there are adult colouring in books EVERYWHERE! They are in the newsagents, the supermarkets, our local bookstores, they even have Christian versions in the Christian bookstore we go to occasionally. It seems like everyone has jumped on the bandwagon. Then there are the textas, and the gel pens, and the sparkly colours and the different varieties of pencils, and on it goes. I've been having a ball - that's one of my pages at the top of the post - and there are a multitude more at home.
TAKING IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL
This Christmas brought with it a little surprise - I thought I'd seen all there was on offer in the new adult colouring sphere, until our son presented me with the next level up. An adult colouring jigsaw - as he said, it combines both my loves and should be fun. "Fun" is not quite how I'd describe it - time consuming and endless would be closer to the point! It "only" has 500 pieces but each one takes a few minutes and I'm not even half way through. It has given me a whole new understanding of patience and perseverance, and something to keep busy with over my holidays. And it will be interesting to see the end result.
(BTW: I'm not spelling "colouring" wrong - it's how we spell it in Australia)