We didn't have a ton of art materials to choose from in the 50's and 60's. My parents used to buy art supplies for me and my sister Sue for Christmas every year from a store called Carson & Ellis in Warwick, RI. The first time that we received Cray-Pas, I was probably around 8 years old. I had no clue how to use them. My Uncle Stuart, in a rare display of generosity (he was typically unattentive and ornery) actually sat down with me on Christmas Day, and gave me a tutorial in oil pastels. He drew a bowl of fruit, and I remember especially how he made the bananas yellow, but then added a few brownish spots and carefully blended them into the peel with his finger to show a bit of bruising... Magic...
Around this time I also received a special edition box of 100 crayola crayons. More magic. I spent hours coloring in coloring books, experimenting with layering color upon color.
And what about the unmistakable aroma of a freshly cracked open can of Play-Doh? Aaaah...
I see that they marketed the scent! Funny...
2 comments:
I like the smell of play-doh, but I don't know about wearing it! I remember asking Dad to draw and then loved to watch him slowly draw a little person, car or tree.
no no to the eau de play - doh...
yes, i remember dad drawing for us - he had a couple of cartoon characters - and i loved to watch our big sister debby draw ladies with dresses. that was the best!
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