- Mama, mama, nu heb je korte haartjes, net als ik... Mama, mama, heeft een paard je haartjes opgegeten, net als bij Lena Lena?
- Non, c'est le coiffeur qui m'a coupé les cheveux.
- Mama, mama, heeft de kapper je haartjes opgegeten?
- Mama, mama, now you have short hair, just like me... Mama, mama, did a horse eat your hair, just as with Lena Lena?- No, the hairdresser cut my hair.- Mama, mama, did the hairdresser eat your hair?
Lena Lena, by
Harriët van Reek, is our hero-ess. She drinks rain-tea, swims in her bath with her goldfish, and covers the naked body of her friend Marie with twigs and leafs, because it looks pretty that way. Here is how the horse helped Lena Lena get her nail polish-covered hands unstuck from her hair, by eating most of it, in a helpful kind of way...
Today was the day. Following two months of summer recess, our local Emmaus thriftstore re-opened its doors this afternoon at 1pm. I'll let you guess who was sitting by the door at 12:45, with her tongue lolling out in expectation ...
Seriously though... at 13:12 I was out, slightly bruised from all the elbow work, but the proud owner of an enormous bag of goodies (all fabric, yum!). My favourite: this chicken tea towel. I'm thinking chickens might just be the next big thing (once we're done with owls ...).
