After reading
this post here my friend Christina Lane sent me an email. Apparently, across the great wide world, minds and hearts connect. While I was posting poetry about
a little house, she was busy creating a most magical one from felt. Inside her tiny house, there is a tiny little bed with a tiny little blanket, a tiny little larder and even a spot for a tiny little person to sit. For more photos of this diminutive marvel, you can visit Christina at her blog
here.
Just for fun, once again, here is the inspirational poem:
THE LITTLE HOUSE
By Elizabeth Godley
In a great big wood in a great big tree,
There's the nicest little house that could possibly be.
There's a tiny little knocker on the tiny little door,
And a tiny little carpet on the tiny little floor.
There's a tiny little table, and a tiny little bed,
And a tiny little pillow for a tiny weeny head;
A tiny little blanket, and a tiny little sheet,
And a tiny water bottle (hot) for tiny little feet.
A tiny little eiderdown; a tiny little chair;
And a tiny little kettle for the owner (when he's there.)
In a tiny little larder there's a tiny thermos bottle
For a tiny little greedy man who knows the Woods Of Pottle
There's a tiny little peg for a tiny little hat
And a tiny little dog and a tiny little cat.
If you've got a little house
And you keep it spic and span,
Perhaps there'll come to live in it
A tiny little man.
You may not ever see him,
(He is extremely shy):
But if you find a crumpled sheet -
Or pins upon the window seat -
Or see the marks of tiny feet -
You'll know the reason why.
