When I was a little girl I used to want to be a mermaid, (I think I may have shared this with you before).
Two of the earliest dolls I remember were mermaid dolls, one had green hair the other lustrous orange locks.
I must have been about four when they were bought for me.
I also remember sitting watching the film Miranda , a very old black and white film, about a mermaid.
My mum would tell me all about mermaids and I was enthralled with the idea, sitting on a rock, combing my hair, wearing all manner of mermaid jewels, luring sailors (well that came a bit later… not REALLY).
I have two books about them “Mermaids” by Beatrice Phillips, which has one of my favourite mermaid paintings on the cover by John William Waterhouse.
The other book was bought for me eleven years ago and is an anthology of verse and prose.
My mum has written inside it, “Because you always wanted to be a mermaid.”
I love it when I find a book which I haven’t looked at for ages and whoever bought it for me has written something inside.