I can think of little that pairs better with springtime than Beatrix Potter. So quaint and sweet. The perfect size to fit snugly in a toddlers hand. Every time I read these, I discover something new and ingenious that I had never before noticed. When I asked my niece a question about Peter Rabbit last week, she told me with wide eyes filled with sympathy, "He fell down." The pear tree of course, into Mr. McGregors garden. The garden bed below was soft, but still. A true horror to behold. Some part of my dark side comes out when I read accounts of Mr. McGregor. I love seeing children hide their eyes as he peers around the edge of a cucumber frame and start chasing after Peter. A child's first villain. The most wholesome kind of fear, that makes one sigh with contented relief as Peter safely flops down upon the nice soft sand of his rabbit hole. It makes one so glad to have a home. Growing up we would receive one of these treasures in our Easter basket. I think they make the perfect gift for any occasion really.
My list is bursting at the seams, that I can hardly bear it. But yesterday when I found these paper dolls, something told me things were going to turn out all right. Being overly sentimental can serve a person well, about one out of ten times. The rest seem to set me up for disappointment. But this was one of those times. And now off to find the perfect first course for Sunday.
My kind friend, Carter Higgins allowed me to guest post on her lovely blog, Design of the Picture Book. Check it out here!