I spent the day being a records and photos juggernaut, and I’m so tired I can’t remember my name. Is it…Rumpelstiltskin?
Oh, man, I need to search my children’s books. This is the version I had originally as a child that was destroyed by being stored in the wrong place (MOTHER!). If I haven’t replaced it, it’s probably time for me to talk to my book guy Timmy and see if he can’t find me a good copy of this version from a dealer with more soul than Amazon. (If y’all are on Instagram and don’t follow emmauricebooks, WHY NOT?)
Besides being a favorite childhood tale, I used to have a tape of several of my dorm mates and I acting out the story, and I can still hear Carreme shrieking, “The witches told you! The witches told you!” at the moment of truth. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve used that line in my life and nobody knows what the hell I’m babbling about.
I am sure to find some fairytale books as I delve deeper into my parents’ loft.
I feel like you’ve gone through the wardrobe into an entirely new land there, as you’ve begun cleaning things out.