Here's something new -- Willow, of the charming blog Willow Manor, has put up a writing prompt blog called Magpie Tales. She proposes to put up a photo every Thursday or Friday and ask for response the following Tuesday. A visit to Magpie Tales will provide links to the various responses.
Willow began with the photo below and wrote a charming vignette about the little pewter pitcher, supposedly once used by George Washington, and then asked her readers to make up their own stories or poems based on the picture.
It's always the same.
Just look at her, posed all sexy, pouting lip, one hand on her hip. She's been like this ever since the story about her and George Washington got around. Oh, she's the big star, the one at the front of the shelf who gets the extra polish, who gets passed around reverently like she was some bloody Holy Grail.
Just look at her, posed all sexy, pouting lip, one hand on her hip. She's been like this ever since the story about her and George Washington got around. Oh, she's the big star, the one at the front of the shelf who gets the extra polish, who gets passed around reverently like she was some bloody Holy Grail.
Me? I'm just the plain dumpy little sugar basin. Georgy Boy wasn't interested in me. No sugar for him, not with those rotten teeth of his. So here I stand, hidden behind her, dull and dusty, a receptacle for dead flies.
No one remembers the time the Marquis de Lafayette emptied out the sugar, filled me to over-flowing with champagne, and made a mighty toast to the new nation. Bumpers all round, he cried, and no heeltaps!
Those French -- tres galant -- we were all so in love with them.
At least I have my shining memories. And if I can just creep up a little . . . Miss I'm So Special is quite near the edge of the shelf . . . the tiniest shove and over she goes . . .
One lump or two, my dear?
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