illustration...

... and how I love it so.
My bloggy friend, Ms CookieCrumb, recently confessed she was, once upon a time, an illustrator. I love picture books, especially children's books, they get the best pictures.
So then I got to thinking about my favourite illustrator and children's book. There are too many really, but if pressed I'd have to say for illustrator, Norman Lindsay.
Now Mr Lindsay is most famous, I'd say, for this sort of thing. Plump, sexy ladies. Plump, saucy ladies.Pretty, plump ladies.
Then there's the cats.Mr Lindsay also 'got' cats, he captured them perfectly. He had fun with them too. And then there's this, if pinned to the wall I'd have to pick Mr Lindsay's The Magic Pudding as my favourite children's illustrated book. With picture like these, how could I not?I have such a battered copy, a remnant from my childhood. How I wished I could have a tree house like that one. I'd lie on the floor gazing and gazing at that particular picture. Perhaps that's where the germ of an idea of gardening for myself first wormed its way into my little mouse brain.

In other news, something on teh Internets* has given me a massive case of shitty-give-a-dams, so I'll be taking a little holiday, leaving it alone for a bit until I simmer down. Else I may post something I'll only regret.
Cheeryby, backsoon.

*Also, in googling teh Internets I saw something that made me want to vomit and then wash my brain, erk.