When I was a kid Derwent pencils were an absolute treasure to me. I was given a set of 24 for my birthday (can't remember how old I was), I bought a set when I went to Sydney College of the Arts, and I used to buy extra colours whenever I visited Dymocks in Sydney. I just loved going downstairs into the art department and absorbing the inspiration, the smells, the colour. Aaaaahh! - those were the days!
For a long time no one was allowed to touch my Derwents. When I married Douglas, our Derwent collection more than doubled but the pencils were kept safe from careless hands. Eventually, the Derwents made it to a collective coloured pencil box, mixed in with all the cheap coloured pencils that are hard and break when you sharpen them.
I mean, what was the point of having over 150 coloured pencils if they were never used? Here is what we have left after about 20 years - well used, well loved.
1. I love arranging things in rainbow-colour order.
2. This photo was inspired by a photo my friend, Meredith, took of some coloured pencils.