Remember those little books that came with a 45 record? There would be a beep when it was time to turn the page. I played them on my red and white portable record player. Ok, I’m showing my age now.
I had the story of the Frog Prince and I must have listened to it hundreds of times. “Princess, Princess, open up…” It was so creepy.
It must have lodged in my subconscious, because last month I found myself painting this little lady.