There was a time, I’m not exactly sure when, somewhere between 2nd and 7th grade, when I spent a lot of time in the basement. Between watching TV and “learning” the computer, I spent hours and hours building stuff. We had a vintage Erector Set and Tinker Toys from my Dad’s boyhood, and I had Legos, and hammers and nails, and all of that stuff that you would expect a young boy to have. But my favorite thing by far was a dark blue plastic milk crate full of wooden blocks. I loved building all kinds of structures, always stretching the finite number of blocks with Jenga-like precision to see how tall, or how large, or how impenetrable I could make it. These were forts, castles, office buildings, cities. Anything was possible.
Following the thread on eye-catching color and child’s play, the Shopping Sherpa and I have regressed a bit. We’ve gotten lost in a little reminiscing, traveling back to the world of paint by numbers, pretend and vividly colored playthings. I miss my giant blocks, with which I would construct rainbow colored houses for my dolls, and the My Little Pony collection I amassed, complete with baby ponies, water ponies and even a tent that fit on top of my bed with a repeating pattern of ponies prancing in peony-covered fields (jealous?). Are you remembering with us? Surely you also had a big green box of crayons and colored pencils. It was dirty and dusty and wonderful, smudged with many colors and the mixed scent of wood and wax. How nice it is to go back every once in a while, no? Well, lucky for us, the Shopping Sherpa found a few childish pretties for our grown-up selves.