There’s this happiness most of us had as kids. The brand new box of crayons. Crisp edges. Sliding the top open. Peeking in at all of the perfectly formed, smooth waxy edges. The moment of decision. Where do you start? Which would be first? Later, the same joy with colored pencils and markers. A blank piece of paper and a whole box of amazingness waiting to happen.
It’s easy to get distracted by it when I have coffee in the morning. Or any time I walk past it, really.
Each little square has the 6 hexadecimal characters underneath it that I need to match it in the digital file. Dizzying, yet infinitely helpful.
Not even sure what to say about it. I get lost in it.
So far I’ve resisted the urge to buy one of the mega sets of fabric that has all of these colors in it, ’cause for me that would be crazy-over-the-top, but for selecting solids to match prints you already have, it’s fantastic.
I have to hide this from my children.
There are a few things a crafty mom just doesn’t have to share.