To my great astonishment I knew every story. I could trace every single illustration by heart. As I held the book, I began to remember the beloved fairytale book I'd had as a child. I had literally worn it's pages into nothingness.
The wonderful thing about this book is I can see from the illustrations how my own style as an artist was forged. I loved each and every one of those pictures and their beauty imprinted itself upon my mind, even before I could read the stories themselves. It was as though I journeyed back in time for a moment and saw my world through a child's eyes once more.
Happy Pink Saturday!