It has hung pretty much my whole life in which ever house, my family hung our hats! I just relish every tiny detail in it.
Look at that little fella, with his tiny, wee spoon? Just perfect!
It brings back myriad memories. My great grandmother, Mary Minty (what a story book name?) gave me her, then old, copy of Hans Christen Anderson's Fairy Tales, when I must have been no older than six. Isn't it true that what you read as a child forms who you will be as an adult?
My favourite of all of them is The Little Red Dancing Shoes. It is absolutely gruesome, but I remember my Dad reading it to me and in no way being plagued with nightmares....indeed I seem to have got completely the wrong end of the moral and just longed for red dancing shoes (a yearning that followed me into adulthood, when on meeting my now husband, was bought my first pair of red dancing shoes, to Salsa in!!)
It has now come to hang, in the house, that my family hangs their hats! We have already spotted the naked emperor and the little red dancing shoes, the snail and the swans!
Arrrrrrrrrrrrr 'Life has its ups and downs. Life has its ins and outs. Life has its.....tangles.'
(an amazing line from an Allen Allberg children's book Clara the Climber!)
P.S. I think if you right click the picture you can enlarge it! I hope you love it as much as me!