I jumped on the adult coloring book fad after reading articles from NPR, The New York Times and The New Yorker. I was embarrassed at first, but having now spent more time that I would like to admit coloring in my adult coloring books, I can not say enough positive things about it. When coloring, I find myself using the creative part of my brain, relaxing and generally feeling happy. For someone who feels like every moment in life must be spent being productive toward an end goal, finding happiness in coloring is truly amazing.
This past week, I was on a family vacation at the Buffalo River. Three of the six families brought adult coloring books and pens and pencils with them for use during the trip. And none had talked prior to know that coloring might be an activity that week. I was one of them. Over the course of the week, seven adult women colored while sitting together and visiting.
My group of girlfriends, collectively known as The Boss Ladies, now all have coloring books and crayons courtesy of our friend Stephanie. Steph thought we could all use a little relaxation and mindless activity. Now, we find ourselves coloring together while drinking our wine and visiting.
My mom used to be part of a group of women who would get together to cross-stitch occasionally. They called their group “Stitch and Bitch.” They rarely stitched and always bitched, and I loved that my mom had found friends and a shared activity. Our recently found camaraderie through coloring has me thinking we should name our meetings “Color and Cuss.” You heard it here first.