I love the wild whimsy of children. Billy Bones was dreamed up, drawn up and finally pinned up some years ago by Child K who figured we ought to have a skeleton in the cupboard under our stairs.
Constant opening of the door - not to mention dragging junk in and out of the cupboard every time the gasman wanted to read the meter - took their toll on Billy. Things could have gone either way - he was getting pretty tattered and might easily have ended up as a few scrappy bits of chalkmarked black paper in the recycling bin.
But last weekend an older and more skilful Child K took pity on him and got out the scissors, chalk and paper to do a thorough repair and rescue job. She even added a baby daughter skeleton to keep him company in his cupboard. Skeletons In The Cupboard
June 24, 2011 • Feeling My Age
I love the wild whimsy of children. Billy Bones was dreamed up, drawn up and finally pinned up some years ago by Child K who figured we ought to have a skeleton in the cupboard under our stairs.
Constant opening of the door - not to mention dragging junk in and out of the cupboard every time the gasman wanted to read the meter - took their toll on Billy. Things could have gone either way - he was getting pretty tattered and might easily have ended up as a few scrappy bits of chalkmarked black paper in the recycling bin.
But last weekend an older and more skilful Child K took pity on him and got out the scissors, chalk and paper to do a thorough repair and rescue job. She even added a baby daughter skeleton to keep him company in his cupboard. 
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