When I was child, opening a brand-new box of crayons was a downright heady experience. And when it was not just a box of eight, or sixteen or 24 crayons, but the whole enchilada, the creme de la creme of coloring experiences–namely a box of 64 Crayolas complete with a built-in sharpener–I was one happy little girl. I didn’t have just one shade of purple, blue, red, green, orange, pink–I had a rainbow in that box, complete with gold and silver and bronze. I remember their waxy scent and the way they felt in my little hands. Life was good.
It strikes me that Richard Armitage has made my life a veritable Crayola box. He brings me all the wonderful tones and shades of his characters in his roles. Through the fandom, I have met a colorful assortment of fans and made lovely friends and discovered all these amazing fanvids, art and fiction. In turn, he and lots of wonderfully talented, bright people out there have inspired my creativity. And just maybe, my creative efforts have inspired others.
I guess you could say he colors my world. And how glad I am that I discovered this yummy Crayola box of a muse one summer night on my television . . .