Wednesday, March 25, 2009


That's what I used to call flamingos when I was little. We had a Little Golden Book about Mr. Zookeeper and his daily routine. He would go to all the different areas of the zoo and feed the animals. I wish I remember what it was called! My brother and I loved that book, and I think we asked my mom to read it to us every single night for years. If I close my eyes, I can still vividly picture some of the illustrations. My mom got a kick out of the fact that my 3 year old, bilingual self insisted on referring to the pink, long-legged birds kept at the zoo as filimangos instead of flamingos.

I love these dishes! If I'm ever lucky enough to own an apartment on the beach, I'd totally deck out my china cabinet with these...

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