A Babete e o espelho

Lembram-se dos puxadores com estrelinhas, com a lua e com nuvens!?
Pois bem, esses puxadores foram feitos seguindo um poema de Eugene Field chamado Wynken, Blynken, and Nod é um poema muito bonito e muito inspirador.

Após o nascimento do bebe lindo que dorme no quartinho dos puxadores, resolvi completar a "colecção" com outras duas prendinhas que tem, nem mais nem menos, o mesmo tema!

A primeira é uma babete toda pintada à mão com os meninos do poema e com uma pequenina estrofe no rebordo.
A segunda é um espelho decorado com feltro, estrelinhas amarelas e azuis e a linda lua amarela.

Acho que as prendinhas vão ficar muito giras no novo quartinho!! =D

Aqui fica o poema para os mais curiosos lerem!

**enjoy**

Fotos by: Anti-praxe

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea---
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam---
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea---
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.