I've no idea how many times I read "Lilla prinsessan" ("A Little Princess") by Frances Hodgson Burnett, as a child. I loved the book and I loved the cover illustration, how I envied Sara that pink dress. Being chubby and blond, I think I knew that I'd look like an puff pastry with pink icing, in a dress lika that — but one could always dream.
The edition of "A Little Princess", from 1937, that I found today, has illustrations by Ethel Franklin Betts. Lovely illustrations as they're not as sentimental as some I've seen before.
Look at this coverlet, you can weave a copy of it, just by looking at the picture!
I might reread the book, I wonder if I'll cry as much now, as I used to.
Embrace change even if you want to run from it. Ralph Shrader
stugkatt at yahoo dot com
It is easier to say what and who I'm not. — I'm not my profession — I'm not my salay — I'm not my age — I'm not my illness — I'm not my civil status So who am I? — a person just the right size and age — an untidy pedant — a conservative radical And what do I do? — weave — read — listen to music, classical preferably baroque