My friend Kathleen knew just the girl to share her news with... me. And her news sent a delightful chill right up my spine! Kathleen had just purchased her daughter's first set of Mr. Sketch markers. Yes, the scented ones. To borrow an expression from Erin... Squeee! Do you remember them? (Right now my Mother is nodding her head and shaking it all at once... and saying, That's my daughter!)
I didn't even know they still made Mr. Sketch markers. I thought they were long gone... a blissful memory. But no. Kathleen said Staples. Well, guess who has a coupon and a gift card? Me!
Oh yes. I stopped on the way home. It was all I could do not to open the box on the way home and breathe the beautiful (non-toxic)scents of my dear old friends. But I resisted. Until now.
Just like I remember.
The tree trunk? Cinnamon.
The leaves? Apple.
The hollow that I believed to be in every tree? Licorice.
The dress that led me to believe I would be an artist? Orange.
It almost covers that little bit of disappointment over the packaging.
Because I was really hoping the markers would still be nestled in that styrofoam tray... and I don't really recall Mr. Sketch to be a watermelon.
But I'm pushing those thoughts aside... and am going back to drawing... and breathing in yesterday...