When I was a little girl, I loved to color. I would occupy myself for hours with a coloring book and my big box of "colors." (I never called them "crayons.") I'm not sure exactly what it was about coloring that was so satisfying, but it was.
Maybe it was using my fine motor skills.
Maybe it was the visual nature of seeing the colors on the page.
Maybe it was that my mind could wander and I could dream while I was engaged in a simple activity.
But I think . . . it was choosing the colors!
A few weeks ago, when I was feeling particularly stressed out from too much activity (and, truth be told, from the cold, monocolor world around me), I decided that what I really needed to do . . .
So I bought myself a new box of colors.
And a new color book.
And discovered the same pleasure from coloring that I had when I was a little girl.
So much pleasure . . . that I decided . . . why stop there?
I decided to get out my "color box" of yarn and color with that!
The knitting is slow - because color work often is - but I'm enjoying all the same elements that come from coloring with colors on paper:
Practicing my fine motor skills.
Enjoying the visual nature of seeing the project unfolding in front of me.
Letting my mind wander and drift.
Choosing the colors!
When it comes right down to it, what I really needed during this cold and drab (and never-ending) winter . . . was playing with my color box(es)!