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.
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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.
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| 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.
Where have I been? I haven't forgotten about the gypsy wagon. I vow it will be made. We will park it across the road under the big walnut tree or down at the pond. I can still see it in my mind.
ReplyDeleteI remember the gypsy wagon! I also remember being jealous that you had one. Should you ever need assistance in making a new one, you've got a volunteer right here! :D
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