My masterpiece is finished. I started it at Easter when we needed an activity after breakfast and before we left for a wiener roast. Everybody coloured. My granddaughter loves to because she's in kindergarten and the rest of us? It turns out colouring is relaxing. You sit around with other people and as you choose colours, you visit and remark on the progress, or lack of in someone else's work. It was enough fun that my grandson who is almost beyond colouring was drawn in. He could do an adult page and join into the conversation.
Some of us had actual adult colouring books which you can find everywhere. For a while pencil crayons were in short supply in stores because so many people were colouring. Those of us who didn't have the nice books (the paper is thicker and the dark lines add to look) went to the internet. With no searching at all, free printable pictures pop up. Mandalas, patterns, animals, or anything you might be inspired to try. These owls caught my eye and took more time than I care to admit. There's something addicting about the colouring once you have begun. I could have abandoned it, after all. My grandchildren have gone home but there it was and here it is- my first adult colouring project.
Beautiful deer created but my talented and gracious daughter.
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