HEY DIDDLE, DIDDLE

DISHYOne of the nice things about moving house is finding old things. Sorting books and boxes and old bits of memories. I found this a while back, last time I moved actually, and it always makes me smile. I haven't really put pictures of myself on here before (maybe once, back in New York), but I suppose this doesn't really count. This is my sister and I, for book week, some time in the mid-80s. Book week is when you come to school dressed as a character from your favourite book or story. Kate is hey diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle (my grandmother's violin not shown here). It had always been one of our favourite rhymes, and I think she makes a sweet little cat. I, obviously, ended up as the dish that ran away with the spoon. How my mother thought to dress her child as a dish is somewhat amazing, let alone found the time to craft a relatively believable dish-like costume while heavily pregnant with my brother Paddy. It's just one of the many beautiful, patient and just a little bit mad things she did for us growing up...