I have fallen into a downward spiral of obsession with these adult color books. I remember when they first came out. I made fun of them. Who in their right mind would buy a coloring book for $10 when you can get a Hello Kitty one for $1? No one in their right mind would. But someone obsessed with them would totally BUY THEM ALL!!!
I seriously daydream about going home to color. I think of the page I’m currently on and think “Oh yes! I can use that color next on that one particular area.” And before you know it, I’m talking to myself like Golem when he talks about his precious. My coloring book is my precious. *pets the book lovingly*
I started out using coloring pencils. I got some fancy ones at the place where I bought my first color book and well let me tell you. I got so frustrated with those. They kept breaking apart in the sharpener. Grrrrrr!!
My grandma came over last night while I was coloring a new page. She said, “Those are supposed to be relaxing. Are they?” I’m not sure if she picked up on my manic coloring technique or how I had a look on my face that mirrored Voldemort’s face when he was finally able to touch Harry Potter’s face. I replied, “They are supposed to be but I’ve found that it enhances my subtle OCD tendencies.” I didn’t mention to her that it also unearths some control issues that I never knew I had. So relaxing… perhaps not but it sure is fun!!
The doctors who I work for gave their employees a $40 Visa card for Christmas cuz they love us. So I bought some glorious fine tip markers. They are amazing!!! Thank you doctors!!!!
I often stay up until midnight knowing full well that I have to wake up in 5 hours for work. I’m sure EJ loves all of these Skype sessions where I have my undivided attention on my coloring pages (sorry honey bee!!) But I can stop whenever I want to. *starts scratching and having eye twitches*
My family has told me that they got me coloring books for Christmas. Eeeee!!! So excited!!! I told my girls that we are doing nothing all weekend. I’m gonna be elbows deep in coloring pencils, markers, and new books. It’s a Christmas miracle.