|A Rand McNally Storytime Book|
Thankfully Mum dedicated a whole 3 days to assisting me with the packing – and was very polite when she mentioned a few times – how I seemed to have quite a collection of little ceramic jugs or indeed ceramic treasures of one sort or another. Box after box after box has been filled and stacked ready for the impending move day.
|We sailed and sailed for over a week, and followed our noses by day.|
After a solid week (and then some) of sorting and wrapping, packing and taping up boxes I feel like the end is in sight – well the end as in the day the trucks come to take it all to our new pad. Thankfully the new pad has a slightly larger studio for me (with plans to renovate it to an even bigger space – YAY!) with a separate shed for all those garden tools, the mower and bikes etc that took up space in my current studio and the really super duper exciting bit for me is that next to the house – right on the corner is a shop for me to make my own!
I think the shop has been a long time in the coming really. Lots of the treasures and then some that Mum has helped me pack are destined to go into the shop – not all of them mind you…some are too dear to me, but still over the last few days I have said – “oh, that is for the shop”…or …”I was thinking that could go in the shop” quite a number of times.
My husband Sam very carefully this morning broached the subject of us trying to keep the new house a little less cluttered. My response was that most of my stuff was destined for the shop – but of course we all know – once a bowerbird always a bowerbird!
A fun part of packing up all my stuff has been re-discovering things I had forgotten I had….or perhaps realizing how many of certain things I do have. Children’s books from the 50’s and 60’s seem to be one thing I am particularly attracted too and so have collected quite a few. Captain Kitty (1957) is amongst them. I just adore the illustrations and the story……
Oh, Captain Kitty, where have you been?
I’ve been sailing the ocean blue – And Tabby went as my good First Mate, and Pearly and Mew were the crew.
We sailed and sailed for over a week, and followed our noses by day, and when the stars came out at night, we followed the Milky Way.
The breezes carried us on and on till we came to the Tropical Isles, where the warm winds blow, and the palm trees grow and the natives wear sweet smiles.
|I'm glad you like them, said the queen. I'll order some for you!|
We saw the Queen all covered with pearls, we saw the King as well. And on his head in place of a crown he wore a big pink shell!
And Tabby said ‘Good queen, your beads are pretty and elegant, too!’ ‘I’m glad you like them’, said the queen. ‘I’ll order some for you!’
She clapped her hands and the divers dived to the bottom of the sea, and gathered twenty oyster pearls, as white as they could be.
Then the King led the way through the jungle gay where up in the highest tree, ten little parrots the colour of carrots were having a spelling bee.
‘Your jungle is charming, but very alarming!’ said Tabby to the king. ‘But I have been wishing that we could go fishing if you think we could catch anything!’
|Your jungle is charming, but very alarming! Said Tabby to the King.|
What a hulla-ba-loo when Pearly and Mew caught a prize all wet and shiny – they pulled in a whale by the end of his tail, and threw him back into the briny.
We dined on fish and coconut milk till the ending of the day. The cat with the fiddle played Hey-diddle-diddle to while the hours away.
‘Dear King and Queen and people, said I, the sun is getting low. We’ve really had a lovely time – alas, it’s time to go!
And now at last, we’re back again in Catville-by-the-Sea – We’ve been away, but I must say that Home looks good to me!’