Words cannot describe how much I am in love with this wonderful activity book by Nina Chakrabarti! It feels like I'm four years old again (in a non guilty way-- unlike my secret love for Yo Gabba Gabba), colouring in and joining the dots... reminds me of how remarkably easy it was to be "creative" as a child, minus the proud parents looking over my shoulder and saying "Naww, I know colouring in the lines is difficult, but your family picture that resembles something a schizophrenic Andy Warhol might have drawn with the tears of the Easter Bunny is just bless..."
Now that I am able to colour in the lines and draw patterns on all kinds of things this book requires, a sense of pride has come over me. I've come so far... yet I'm still filling out an activity book. Though as I said, the whole idea of a fashion activity book makes me feel less guilty and stupid, it feels ok to be colouring in. Let me show you what I mean:
I just finished this page of colouring in Vivienne Westwood shoes! (that sentence does deserve an exclamation mark on account of my pride and excitement). Sadly, I can't really tell you exactly why I love this book so much, other then the fact that the idea of it is so juvenile, yet the context is such a good idea. I didn't even buy it, I just found it in my house (my mum bought it for book design ideas).
I've also heard about Wreck this Journal which is similar idea, you can probably guess by the name what it involves. And another one that involves colouring in bands album covers and lyrics, that I've forgotten the name of (also seems so triangle that I may need to eat my feelings and resent people if I come across it). None the less, I think the idea of having activity books for adults is pretty ace (for failure of a better word) and surely a medium that cannot be easily adapted into ebooks, which is another blog post in itself. Gosh I resent ebooks.
