Hey sugar-face freckles
Your hair in the sunshine is like cotton candy
And your skin smells like
Burnt sugar and ripe peaches,
Peaches and cream in your cheeks.
Oh cup-cake, I could eat you up
My honey sweetheart sugar-pie;
Cross my heart and hope to die:
The sweet cup-cakey image at the top is from an afternoon tea at Ararat Regional Art Gallery last year. The second is a mismatched cup and saucer from my collection. Odd pieces are easier to find than pairs, and it’s fun to find which ones ‘belong’ together. Finally, a rose, because a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, as Romeo remarked. I’m sure if he knew of cotton-candy, he would have compared it to Juliette’s hair!