F is for fun. (and faces.)

Easter blessings to all.

AND, speaking of fun, my friend Carol and I have just completed another week of Art Camp. Carol was very prolific indeed; I was a little too much all over the place. But despite fitting in an afternoon of games with friends and a weekly Pour @ 4 which we hosted, oh, and a little shopping, we still managed to make some art! Art camp is one of my favorite things to do.

More Jewelbox. A bit abbreviated this time because I go off on a tangent about

CRAYONS!

C’mon now. Do NOT tell me you don’t remember the euphoric sensation of opening up that new box of crayons every new school year. The beautiful waxy smell. Or the pang of jealousy for the girl across the aisle who had a bigger box (120? sheesh.)

Or the distinct pain of breaking the first one. One teacher actually made us break a crayon to “get over it" once and for all. Oh the misery. (It made such an impression I adopted it myself as a teacher: “Tear the wrapper off!” “Break it in half!” “Press hard! Lose that pretty point.” I almost can’t believe my own crayola cruelty.)

To get you in the mood, this oldie but goodie:

If you’re interested, there are a few good videos on how crayons are made here and here. (The latter is Mr. Rogers, but it’s pretty darn cool.)

Crayons have come a long way since the days of “flesh.”

Recently added to Crayon collection:

What can I say?

(It’s an addiction. I don’t golf.)

Oh, this is not the first time I’ve waxed (get it?) poetic about crayons. This post and this one had me going, too.

And, finally, the latest two dozen or so faces from my 100 Day Project, Faces in the Newspaper. The most recent one is always at the bottom of the blog post.

All the jewel boxes so far…