ludwig's other girl

there is something about this drawing

that take me right back to a state of

complete happiness from my childhood

how much i love the long runner, yellow blankets,

red hair, stacked beds, window, curtains,

teardrops, curly hair, straight hair and bows

cannot be put into words. it is bliss to me.

Elsie, below, must have been delighted

to be in the company of Madeline's maker

(or course, I was sad that Madeline was crying

but perhaps that was it: the whole scene is

somehow divinely human and straight to the heart)

p.s. i spent a lot (a lot a lot) of time looking

(when i was very young) at this page and could not

figure out for the life of me how they slept in their bows

and kept them so delightfully pert. it was a beautiful

mystery to me, and i wanted desperately to sleep in a

bow and have it not fall out of my short red bob and

then i would surely wake up looking simply marvelous.