When Gandhi said that you must be the change you wish to see in this world, I doubt he was referring to colouring books. But there you have it. His words provoked all kinds of heat in my soul regarding these new fandangle so-called “adult” colouring books.
Here’s the problem.
They are too hard.
I bought one and spent ages filling in little circles and squares and leaves and curlicues. The result was a lot of colourful paisley-esque pages and a heaping spoonful of boredom.
Then there is the mandala.
Why on earth are there so many colouring books with mandalas? When did mandalas become the ultimate subject for colouring adults around the world?
So I made my own colouring book.
Full of Paris storefronts, cups of chocolat chaud, iconic landmarks and my favourite part of all…
Because those other colouring books are just so BUSY. For me, this is counter to the claim that colouring can bring you to calm.
Another way my colouring book is the change I wish to see in the world…
A super sexy twin ring binding:
It was 3 a.m.
When most spontaneous vows take place. I was in the copy room with Sharon (Akemi in Paris Letters), putting together booklets for a new business pitch. We were attempting to use the binding machine. You know the kind… the ones with those flimsy plastic combs:
Staples made this photo look sexy, but I assure you there is no hell like these stupid paper binding combs.
The paper would jam, the combs didn’t comb and it was a whole friggin’ mess. Finally, we got one “tooth” of the comb to bind to one of the papers.
“Success!” Sharon screamed.
We laughed so hard we nearly peed.
I loathed that machine with the white hot heat of a thousand burning suns. I tried to get Accounting to upgrade but it didn’t happen, because unless you have a designer’s heart, you don’t care about binding machines. I vowed one day to get my own binding machine.
Fast forward to the September issue of Vogue.
The other day I was flipping through the September issue and ogling autumn coats. One coat was so lovely but so very pricey. I thought, Why would you get a coat when you could spend a fraction of that money on a new twin-ring binding machine?
So why didn’t I just go buy one?
I just needed to give myself permission to get the binding machine of my dreams. Some girls fantasize about sports cars and luxury coats. Me? Studio equipment. And now this glorious twin-ring binding machine sits happily in my office, beautifully binding my new colouring book of Paris cafés.
And the paper I use is called Soft Touch because it feels dreamy. This colouring book is the silk pajamas of the colouring book world. And there is no paisley. No mandalas. Just Paris paraphernalia that is fun to colour.
And that is the change I wished to see in this world.
At least with regards to colouring books. Find it at the shop.
For you, dear reader, I give you full permission to buy that tool you need to make those big dreams (or small dreams) come true.