We had the wagon part, sort of. It was an old truck axle with a rickety wagon thrown on top, but to my mother and me, it was the promise of something beautiful. Oh, the plans we had for it. We had the colors picked out, all kinds of little trinkets and baubles to decorate it; we could see it so clearly when we closed our eyes. This is pretty close to what we had envisioned; simple, functional, perfect.
|Photo found online, no source given. If it's yours, let me know.|
Sadly, nothing ever came of it. There was always something more pressing to do. So our rinky little wagon sat at the edge of the broomstraw field and rotted away until only the rusted axle remained. But we never forgot about it. It still haunts our dreams, like some great romantic beast stalking the moors of our minds. If there is one thing I do before I die, it will be to make a gypsy wagon.
Although, I think I might go a bit bigger.
|Found on tumblr|
I suggest looking up some pictures on tumblr or other corners of the internet, gypsy wagons seem to be a cool thing right now and there are some gorgeous examples lurking out there.