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February 02, 2008



That's very funny about the umber. I had a running joke with my house painter. When we were repainting the outside of the house, it seemed like no matter what color of tan I picked, he would say, "It has a lot of umber in it." And I would always say "What the heck is umber anyway??!" I still don't know, but I don't think my house has any!


Wikipedia to the rescue:


I remember fondly getting our first box of 64 Crayola colors. We were so thrilled! And it had a sharpener on the box. What more could a kid ask for?


"Peach" or not, my kids still say, "Where's the skin color?" when combing through their crayon box. They didn't get the P.C. memo.


I still don't know what umber looks like when it's not "burnt"!


I wish I read this earlier - just this Saturday I swore to my kids that they used to make a 128-crayon box back when I was growing up. D'oh! (Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I didn't have to walk two miles to school each morning, either. And I'm almost positive those walks never involved three feet of snow. I gotta start checking my facts.)

We were talking about crayons because my 5-year-old just got his first box with a sharpener in the back and thinks it's the one of the greatest inventions ever.

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