Sunday, January 9, 2011

Hoarding Broken Crayons


I don't buy Marguerite crayons anymore. She has a desk-full of the things, from different sets, many of them broken. You know those old fashioned school desks (we got ours at a garage sale), like this?


Lift the lid and you'll find the compartment brimming with crayons accumulated in the past three years. That's why I don't buy her crayons. My mother, on the other hand, thinks old crayons from varying sets are no good. She can't stand to see Marguerite using them, so she buys her new ones that Marguerite breaks in two beats. Okay, maybe four beats. Recently, she got her the Crayola set with 64 crayons (preferred by teachers, including My World colors whatever they are, and with that ingenious built-in sharpener). Marguerite's 4 now and more careful. There are only maybe 2 broken tips and 1 actually broken crayon so far. She pressed hard on the tips and she sat on the latter.

What I find really amazing though are the color names in the collection. I wish Crayola had hired me. I would love to come up with apt color names for a job. It also made me realize how I'd have been stumped if a student of mine had asked me what Purple Mountains's Majesty or Tickle Me Pink were in Spanish. Good thing I taught middle school and high school, so I was spared from that. In any case, I'd be prepared now. I found this.

4 comments:

Nikka said...

If you could name a crayon (or five) what would you name it/them?

spinninglovelydays said...

I'd grab any chance to squeeze "marguerite" in there and I think the blue marguerite shade would work best. It's in the province of sky blue and periwinkle. :)

Sharkbytes said...

I love broken crayons. I can rub them on their sides, melt them, shave them!

spinninglovelydays said...

I know, right? They're so much fun!