Illustration Inspiration

The Clock

...clock goes ticking all the day.

...k tock, tick tock!

...no other words to say

...tock! Tick tock!

It ticks all night; it ticks all day.

And when I sleep, or when I play,

The clock goes on the selfsame way--

Tick tock! Tick tock!

The Land of Counterpane

When I was sick and lay a bed,

I had two pillows at my head,

And all my toys beside me lay

To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so

I watched my laden soldiers go,

With different uniforms and drills

Among my bedclothes, through the hills.

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets

All up and down among the sheets;

Or bought my trees and houses out,

And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still

That sits upon the pillow-hill,

And sees before him, dale and plain,

The pleasant Land of Counterpane.

My Dog

He's just a little puppy dog

With funny sprawling feet;

And oh, his tail does wag so hard
When I come down the street!

Rain

The rain is raining all around,

It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrella here,
And on the ships at sea.

These pictures are the rest of what was in the Owl and Pussycat book I got. The pages for this story were strangely placed in between the rest of the book. The first story,The Clock, is unfortunately ripped slightly at the edge and so part of the first verse is gone :(...

On another note,I've been having problems with uploading images onto blogger hence the lack of posting. It seems to be taking an extra long time than usual but at least it is working now.

*knock on wood* :D

I spent this weekend/ rest of the week catching up on things I have been putting off, which was nice since I feel like I finally have accomplished something. I have much to show and can't wait!!

Anyways, how was your weekend?

The Owl and The Pussycat

The Owl And the Pussy Cat

The Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea

In a beautiful pea-green boat;

They took some honey, and plenty of money

Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above

And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

Pussy said to the Owl,"You elegant fowl,

How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh, let us be married; too long
we have tarried:

But what shall we do for a ring?"

They sailed away for a year and a day,

To the land where the bong-tree grows,
And there in the wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose
With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell one shilling
Your ring?" Said Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married
next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince and slices of quince
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.


I found this lovely book which was falling apart in a favorite little shop of mine while browsing with my mom. I immediately fell in love with the sweet images and story! I love how much expression is in the owl's face, and the look on the moon in the last page. Apparently after some research it was written by Edward Lear. Enjoy!