Colored pencils, one of the greatest gifts ever.
I’ve had these pencil crayons for nearly twenty years now. By all rights they should be little nubs or have been completely consumed in the process of creating art. I can’t completely explain the pleasure I derive from just having them. I love the colours and the softness of the mark they make on paper, but mostly I cherish them because they were a gift. Not just the gift of them as an object but what they symbolize, the support of my parents whatever I choose to do. Perhaps I took this for granted at the time but I can always pull these out to remind me of their wonderful gift.