HAPPY NATIONAL CRAYON DAY!
Finally—a National Day with my name on it!!!
I’m not kidding—I’m so obsessed with those color sticks that I actually thought of changing my name to “Crayon” a few years ago, but debating doing it with a “K,” my favorite letter, making it “Krayon.” [Note: I should probably do it now because of my real name being maligned all the time these days, as in “Bagel Karen, and “Central Park Karen,” etc. For a recent minute, someone tried to change the name that’s become the symbol for a bad woman to “Susan,” but it didn’t take. I think the hard consonant (K) is more dramatic to the ones who keep it going.]
But let’s get back to the happier thought of celebrating crayons today, which I’m always first in line to do.
I actually have a “Crayon Room” in my house. It’s really the guest room, but I’ve decorated it with giant crayon wall hangings and a couple of very large free-standing ones, as well, a crayon rug, boxes of them all over the place, and even a crayon mirror! (I thank so many of my thoughtful friends for many of those precious decorations over the years.) One time, when a family of friends was visiting LA, the parents asked if their two kids could spend the night with us, so of course, they stayed in that fun room. As the boy was pulling up the covers, he looked around the room confusedly and asked, “Whose room is this?” He was sure that I must have my own child someplace, because he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that the crayon decor was just for me.
I always ask for crayons at eateries that offer them with the children’s menu. I used to be embarrassed to do that, but I got over it. My old best kid friend, Ronnie, whom I used to always visit in Rhode Island, and who spent a couple of summers out here with Mr. X and me back in the day, was kind enough to always ask for extra crayons and menus to color on so I could join him in that fun. It would have been torture to sit there and watch others color while I pretended to be a grown-up!
Actually, Mr. X and my first official “date,” (after a long flirtation and friendship,) was at a New York restaurant whose “hip” factor included having crayons and drawing paper on the tables. I was ecstatic! First in just being in the Big Apple with him, of course, but then in discovering that I was allowed to color right on the tables without any of the dirty looks I got from doing so on the children’s menus in diners and the like. On that auspicious occasion, one of my creations was a very primitive version of my now-signature happy house scene, (with me in the window, waiting for Mr. X, as always,) and thought I took it back to my Brooklyn house with me when he went back to LA. I was sick when I couldn’t find it. But when I got back home myself a few weeks later, he surprised me by having snuck it away from me at the restaurant and…having it framed for me! It hung in his bedroom for years until we moved in together and have displayed it proudly in our bedroom ever since.
I’m happy with all crayons, but there’s nothing better on earth than Crayola’s box of sixty-four. The original one! With all the colors before they were discontinued, changed, or rotated out. I don’t even particularly like the color yellow, nor lemons for that matter, but when I was discussing the demise of Crayola’s Lemon Yellow on my former TV show, I was shocked to find myself bawling my eyes out! On the air! It was like an old friend had left me. (Yes, my audience did think my a bit nutty emotional monologue was a riot!)
Over the years, I’ve collected so many boxes of crayons, of many different sizes and brands, and also colored pencils, pens, markers, chalk, pastels, and even cray-pas (which makes my mouth water.) And even with all that, when I see any new crayons, I’m always attracted to them. I even have adult coloring books, but let me tell you—children’s ones are much more fun.
I could go on with these tiny tributes to crayons for quite a while longer, but all these anecdotes have my fingers itching to color now!
So, while I get to it, let me wish you all a Happy National Crayon Day! I hope each and every one of you will make a bit of time today to find the joy of using them for yourselves.