I woke up this morning with stiff, aching muscles in my calves, and I immediately, thought -- of course -- that I must have been whisked away in the middle of the night in a fairy boat, led down tunnels filled with silver and gold trees, to dance my slippers to tatters in a magical ballroom, before being returned to my bed with no memory of any of it. Just aching calves. Or, maybe it's just from running on the treadmill late last night. . . less interesting, more likely. Ehh, I'm sticking with the fairy tale. I am a dancing princess, and don't you forget it!
Thanks for all the votes on the Laini's Ladies book lovers quote. I loved both, but the Borges votes far outweighed the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggles. Here's the design (I'll may still redesign the text):
You can't really tell, but the books are: Grimm's Fairy Tales, Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, and Through the Looking Glass. Those two ladies above are still semi in-progress.
And check out these lovely old photos I found. Eleanor Roosevelt (standing) reading with her daughter and some other relations:
A woman entertaining her grandson at the train station:
Reading in the garden:
A WWI-era American family in their living room:
It's awfully dull being a prince (a young Prince Charles):
A lovely day boating:
HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!