I came across this box of pencils at my antique store. I HAD to have it. I carried it around with me for an hour, flipping it over and over again to admire the illustrations. I love the colors and the energy.
I was with my mom. We headed to the antique store on a lark, having to purchase a $10 umbrella stroller on the way for Charlotte – no lack of wheels would interfere with our fun. And fun it was. We didn’t adopt many items, but the wandering conversation that accompanies such a hunt is a treasure on its own. Thanks mom, let’s do it again!