#preschool colour

[charlesve]

🌈 Unveiling the Impact: How Preschool Interior Colors Shape Learning 🎨

Beyond textbooks and lessons, the spaces where education unfolds wield profound influence. For preschools, crafting environments that kindle growth and curiosity goes hand in hand with understanding the science of interior colors—a vital factor that shapes behavior, cognition, and emotional development. 🏫🌱

The Science Behind the Shades

Colors transcend aesthetics, stirring emotions and shaping psychology. When wielded with purpose, they paint a backdrop for enriched learning experiences. 🎨🧠

Strategic Color Play

Serenity in Soft Hues: Gentle blues, greens, and lavenders usher in calmness, nurturing a stress-free environment that invites exploration. 💙🌿🌸

Vibrant Sparks: Primary reds, blues, and yellows ignite cognitive activity and imagination, perfect for play and interactive zones. 🔴🔵🌞

Nature's Whispers: Earthy tones establish a connection to nature, inspiring wonder and curiosity in young minds. 🌍🍃🌼

Neutral Foundations: Beiges, grays, and whites create balance, allowing other colors and design elements to shine. ⚪️🌟🌆

Energetic Bursts: Lively purples, fiery oranges, and vivid greens inject enthusiasm and active participation. 🟣🔥🟢

Cognition and Color

Science confirms colors' impact on memory, attention, and problem-solving. The right color palette supports cognitive growth and nurtures learning. 📚🔍🧩

Designing for Development

Color choices intertwine with spatial layout and lighting, tailored to meet developmental needs. 📏💡🧒

Holistic Collaboration

Educators, psychologists, designers, and parents collaborate to ensure color choices align with learning goals. 👥📝👩‍🏫

A Spectrum of Potential

Preschool interior colors are tools for unlocking potential. By understanding color psychology, these spaces cultivate creativity, foster cognitive growth, and lay the foundation for a lifelong passion for learning. 🌈🎓✨

In this vibrant journey, walls and floors are more than surfaces; they're canvases painting a brighter future—a world colored with knowledge, exploration, and boundless imagination. 🌍🎨🚀

[hinamie]

u should think of tiny megu. To keep the stress at bay. You should draw him actually. Ooooo you wanna draw tiny megu getting the love he deserves so bad /j

he's with his 2 best friends

[thatswhatsushesaid]

salt salt salt salt salt

stares @ these takes, stares at the decades of kirk/spock fandom history that absolutely laid the groundwork for published works featuring queer leads to exist in the first place. also lol overtly cishet. lol. ok 👍 bisexuality doesn't exist then.

but more importantly I would like to share my masterpiece with you:

[littledragonkana]

Coral Island ahs been on my mind the entire day. Specifically that one old picture of Rafael and Pablo with their parents. I felt the need to draw them as kids

[hk90sstuff]

Unicorn coloring book download for kids

[socialantleredrabbit]

re: education post. that probably wasn't the point of the post but it irks me so much when people just say "oh we weren't taught this at school" as if the school is the only place where education happens.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@seiwas

[digitalcuratorcrafts]

[playscientist]

What a great day mixing colours!!

Another fantastic day at the children's @imaginário.

Today we explored colours by mixing them. We used the primary colours, white and black. We also use a scale as a way to create recipes and be able to recreate the same colours later.

To finish, each child named their colour...do you want to discover the colours we created?

Do you want to find out?

[simma-book-store]

colors in tamil | vannagal | nirangal | colors chart for kids

[craftyphantomconnoisseur]

Independence day craft easy/15 august celebration ideas/Republic day craft @JingleTheCreativeArt 

[ramenheim]

It straddles the cyan-teal line, but bc english speakers refuse to acknowledge cyan as a seperate *basic* colour apart from blue you get polls like this that agree that:

greeny-blue(teal) + 'lightblue'y-blue(cyan) = mostly 'blue'(the sample colour)

despite this visually being a deranged statement to make; it's akin to insisting that all browns are 'basically red, just kinda green (RGB)' bc of a blithe refusal to acknowledge yellow as its own *basic* colour term.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Happy birthday, darling

synopsis: James wakes you up for your birthday, with sticky kisses and an even stickier love

cw: fluffy fluff with a soft, tender love, like I said very self-indulgent, preschool teacher!reader

wc: 1.2k

James makes a big deal of your birthday. He doesn’t care that it’s an awkward time of year or month, he goes all out. 

It had come about when you’d told him that you can’t remember the last time you’d had a birthday party let alone a cake on your birthday and you’d practically scarred your boyfriend. 

Three years later, James makes it a point to celebrate your birthday hard. 

You wake up to James kissing your face, his curls tickling your cheek as he nears your ear and murmurs, “Happy birthday, m’heart. S’time to wake up.” 

You groan and twist under him, a smile on your face as you lay on your back. “Jamie,” 

He smiles the moment you open your eyes, his lips trailing along your jaw, sponging sweet kisses onto your skin. 

“Happy birthday,” there’s a soft scent of citrus and cardamom that follows James as he meanders all over your face with his lips and it makes you feel all warm and gooey on the inside.

“I made breakfast but there’s also gifts.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you, “Thank you James.” you kiss beside his ear, happy to accept all of his weight but knowing James would never drop himself onto you. 

“You’re perfectly welcome, angel.” 

He rolls off of you and props himself up on an elbow, a soft smile on his face as he watches you stretch- as weird as he knows it may be, seeing you stretch really makes his chest all warm. 

“I’ll be five minutes,” he says to you before he climbs off the bed, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before leaving. 

You manage to brush your teeth in the time he’s gone, and when he comes back, tears spring to your eyes. James is walking in with a bouquet of yellow lilies, three wrapped boxes in pale yellow paper with colourful balloons on them, and breakfast waffles with lit candles in them.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” you blush as he continues. “Happy birthday my angel.”

“Jamie,” he blushes at the breathless way you call to him. 

“S’not even everything, I’ve got a card too and something in the closet.”

James is a loverboy, he knows it and everyone who knows him knows this. He’s taught you a lot in learning to accept this kind of love, the love that reassures you you’re a priority and you’re taken care of without asking. 

He’s a reflection of his parent’s love and you never fail to thank them for him when you visit.

He brings the gift from the closet first, it’s in a huge box, and when you open it you grin. It’s a yellow sun plushie you’d seen in the shopping center a while back- you don’t even know when James had picked it up.

“Thank you, James.” You kiss his cheek and then the plushie and put it on the chair with all your others.

“You’re welcome angel. Now sit, sit.”

“James I feel spoilt,” you giggle when he sets your plate of funfetti waffles in your lap with a little jug of Lyle’s Golden Syrup and a cup of tea on the bedside table. 

James grins, his pretty dimples coming out. “M’heart, this is just half of it. I can spoil one gift,” he kisses your lips just as you cut a square of your waffle. “We’re going to dinner at that place you like.”

You gasp as he pulls away, James smiles even wider. “Jamie.”

He shakes his head, “S’your birthday and we agreed that I’d get to spoil you.”

You never outright agreed, James had seen an issue and sought to rectify it and he’s been doing it since year one. You concede because you know that’s a hard reservation to hold and you really do love their food. “Thank you.” You say instead, earnest and soft at his love for you. 

“You’re welcome, now eat before it gets cold.”

You share with him, exchanging bites while you tell him about your planned day- you’ve got work, and a meeting at the end of the day, but after three you’re all his. 

James has taken the day off, unbeknownst to you, to plan everything for tonight.

You shower before you open gifts, and when you change into your long jean skirt and white knitted ladybug sweater vest with a red long sleeve underneath James smiles. 

“You look darling.” 

You fluster, your face warming under his gaze and from his words. James pats the spot on the bed beside him, “Come open up everything.” 

You practically skip over to him, “Can I take the flowers to work?” 

James rolls his eyes as he passes the boxes to you. “They’re yours to do with as you please, angel.” Then as a second thought, “Do you think the kids will ask about them?”

You smile, the kids definitely will. “They always ask about them. They like the cellophane.” 

James smiles, the kids are adorable, every time he comes into the school to see you, they all want to hang off his arm and they stumble through sentences about what he’s doing, ‘not at his work.’

You read the card first, chest tightening at how blatantly he expresses his love for you. “I love you Jamie.” He kisses you swiftly. 

“I love you too, angel.” 

You tear into the first gift carefully, and gasp when you see the first box. “James! No way did you get this.”

He simply shrugs, smiling as you open it to reveal a pair of black glossy kitten heels that you’d been eyeing for some time. 

“James!” you throw your arms around him and he laughs, hugging you back. “Thank you, Jamie.” 

“You’re welcome, baby.”

You open the other two, a smaller box that houses a thin tennis bracelet that has pomegranate shaped garnet stones in it. You hiccup as James clasps it on your wrist. “James,”

He shakes his head, “Open the last one baby, you don’t have to thank me.” 

The tears fall freely as you open the last gift and find a perfume, specifically your favourite perfume ever to exist. There’s a bit of a backstory to the bottle you’re cradling, as you look up at James. 

James has gifted you this perfume on your first anniversary, a perfume he’d been terribly nervous about gifting you because it’s an intimate thing to gift, but he’d told you softly while wringing his hands together, “It reminded me of you, warm and homey,” and you’d never worn another fragrance since. 

“Look at the bottle.”

You look down and find engraved on the face of it, ‘For M’heart,’ and you rasp a quiet, “Thank you James.”

He nods, pulls your head to his chest and kisses your crown. “You’re welcome angel girl. I didn’t mean to make you cry though.” 

“S’not your fault, I cry all the time for this.” 

He chuckles, “You do. Want me to drop you to work?” 

You nod, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “And we can listen to our playlist.”

James smiles, “Happy birthday, darling.”

You turn up to him, kissing his lips, once, twice and three times before pulling away and then getting a kiss right on the beauty mark under your jaw. 

“Thanks for always making it special Jamie.”

He smiles, his dimples on display again. “I’ve got you forever, sweet girl. Till the galaxies collide.” 

[littledrawins]

Travel pens

Tired of lost pen lids and crawling around under restaurant tables? 

We love our Stabilo Cappi pens and their clever connected caps.

With washable ink and non-rolling shape they are ideal for colouring on-the-go!

Thanks Stabilo ❤️

[cliopadra]

I’m waiting for the panel to start streaming and bumped into a tiktok of a parent shutting his kid up by having them colour in his tattoos. Feels to me like something that could fit quite well in to the rather preschool-like environment of the Revenge.