I totally owe you one. You’ve really done me a solid with this whole “Colour Yourself Calm” movement. Because now I look cool; I look informed… rather than like a weirdo.
You see, I LOVE coloring. It’s more than a hobby. It’s basically a life-long passion. As a child I coloured constantly. As an adult I colour regularly. And that’s allowed because it’s good for you! Almost a year ago articles started emerging about the calming effects of colouring. Science has proven that it can improve concentration, focus your brain and help you de-stress. And we could all use a little less stress in our lives. You can read more about it in this Huffington Post Article.
Out of this adult colouring books have emerged. And they are beautiful! Below are my copies of Coloring Paris, a foldout panorama image of the City of Love, and Splendid Cities, one of multiple books in the Color Yourself Calm line. The first is detailed and involves focus. The latter is a creative romp through buildings, aerial layouts & pretty house fronts.
Of course, colouring as a pathway to calm is not a new concept to me. In university KG & I stumbled upon the magical powers of crayons accidentally. One day I was hyper. Like super hyper. Bouncing off the walls, can’t sit still, talking your ear off, annoying the hell out of you hyper. Apparently that annoyed the hell out of KG (understandably). She sat me down, pulled out some crayons and printed off an array of colouring sheets she’d found online (I believe they were of Arthur, which is super random… even more so when you add in that it was when the Backstreet Boys were on Arthur). I instantly changed. My body relaxed. My mind cleared. And I was in a zen state. This rocked me a bit – Perhaps I used to colour so much as a child not because I loved it but because my mom preferred me quiet & still, rather than be wild & active? – but it also rekindled my desire to color more.
Above is a picture of two different pictures I’ve coloured. The treehouse scene on the right is from the Splendid Cities book & was completed last week. The portrait of Christopher Robin on the left was done in 1995, 20 years ago. I know what you’re thinking: “That’s adorable”. I also know that when you get over that initial reaction you will come around to: “But how do you have this insanely cute attempt at art?” Here’s where we get to my confession… I did not just start colouring again because it is now acceptable for adults. I’ve been colouring all along. Just now science has made it cool.
I’m choosing to have a hipster view of having loved it “before it was cool” rather than focusing on how odd I am. But here are my collection of colouring books, that are far more diverse than my two adult books. On the left are books I’ve kept since I was young. The right are books I’ve received in the last 2 years. The Star Wars one was in my Christmas stocking from my sister, the My Little Pony book was in my holiday advent calendar from KG and the last one is by a local artist & full of depictions of my hometown.
I also have a few “embarrassing” colouring books… and by that I mean they are my favourites. Justine gifted this snazzy One Direction colouring book for my birthday 2 years ago. I love it because ALL of the pictures are terrifying. And the Abraham Lincoln colouring book was given to me by my mother when I was about 8. Because Abraham Lincoln is my hero. Obviously.
Are you an avid colourer? What’s your favourite book? Any adult colouring book recommendations? Or non Adult colouring book recommendations? Or maybe you want to snap a photo of your colouring & tag us on twitter? Find us at @Fangirls_Online!
Love & Luck,
P.S. If you needed more proof I’m a “lifer” in terms of colouring, check out my supplies. I have all of the markers, crayons, coloured pencils, pastels.