The Color Factory

Living in Palo Alto is great and all, but one of the best things about it is its proximity to San Francisco and all things urban.  A perfect example is the pop-up color experience that came to San Francisco for a limited time --- The Color Factory.

 I can't even tell you the lengths I had to go to in order to get tickets for this, but it was definitely worth it to experience things we never would have expected (like this scratch and sniff wall, above - this one smelled like drinking out of coconuts on the beach).

 Throughout the factory there were rooms dedicated to certain colors, and we managed to hit all five senses throughout the morning.

 After the scratch and sniff wall we headed to a marshmallow tasting center.

 Orelia was not keen on her flavor (I think it was cherry chocolate).  Bennett's was much better - mint chocolate chip.

 The next room was black and white and we got to try a completely black lemonade that had charcoal in it.

 This one was another bust for Orelia.  Ha!

There was a huge balloon installation that felt like you were on another planet.

The Color Factory had some cameras throughout where you could take photos and scan your ticket to have them emailed automatically to you.  This was our best attempt.

 After the balloon room we went to a room decorated with tons of disco balls (that I somehow forgot to photograph).  Orelia and Bennett loved spinning around in here.

 Next we went to a giant Lite Brite room which the kids loved, but only John and I felt the nostalgia for this toy of years ago.

 Bennett could have stayed here all day removing the pegs and putting them in the "trash" (the bins to collect them).

 The green room had markers taller than Orelia where you were encouraged to draw on the walls.

 These markers were so big, Bennett couldn't even hold one by himself.

 There was almost an entire room full of ribbons hung from the ceiling.  It felt surreal to be in the middle of it (almost disconcerting really).  The kids loved running inside the ribbons and popping out to surprise us.

The purple room had a printer that would print out an image that someone has hashtagged #selfie somewhere on the internet.  One selfie would print out every minute or so, and the kids loved literally swimming in these selfies (even if they didn't quite "get" it).

 I can't even describe the pure joy Bennett felt watching a picture print out every minute or so.  He was just beyond delighted by it.

 He and Orelia would scramble to catch the picture before it hit the ground, and they felt so proud when they were able to manage it.

 One of the most fun rooms was the confetti room (especially since I didn't have to clean it up).

 There were grated contraptions on the ceiling that slowly turned and let out a steady stream of confetti from up above.

 The real joy, however, was playing with the already fallen confetti on the floor.

 This was the most crowded room we saw of the morning.  One of the nice things about the Color Factory was how few people they allow to enter in at a time (every ticket has a time you may go) so that the day isn't ruined by crowds.  It made getting the tickets a bear, but it was a great decision by the owners to make sure there weren't too many people there at one time.

 The last room was perhaps the most memorable.

 Apparently there are over 20,000 yellow balls in their ball pit.

 Orelia loved jumping around, hiding, and generally swimming in yellow.

Bennett loved finding the smashed balls and removing them to the nearby trash can.  Ha!  He's nothing if not consistent.  

The Color Factory isn't really a kids place, but it's made for all ages. I wasn't sure if the kids would get much out of it, but Bennett especially has talked about it every day since we went (two weeks ago).  He is begging to go back, and wants to take everyone he loves.  Sadly, the Color Factory is closing in San Francisco soon; it was only open for a few months.  I am so, so glad we got a chance to visit and make the most of this unique city we are lucky to live near.

And thankfully Orelia's last taste at the Color Factory was met without a grimace - a miniature yellow ice cream cone in her favorite flavor: vanilla.