Let's have a tiny break here, so we can tell you
the story of how Maggie and Harriette came to be.
It is a true cosmopolitan story. Since Marion is from France and Michaela from Germany AND both met and became friends on the other side of the world, in Australia.
It was a small place where we met. Up in the east, in the hills and it was sooo green and warm. Together we watched the sun rising every day and setting. We danced and cooked and gardened and told each other about the stories we had found.
Only a few weeks later Michaela found yet another story, the story of Maggie and Harriette. It happened down in the south, on a day when she was wondering about sadness and about all the beauty around her, always there but somtimes so hard to see.
Only a few weeks later again, Marion was sitting on her desk, drawing and colouring and drawing, looking for Maggie's face, looking for Harriette's form, looking for their magical world. And how beautiful it has turned out to be.
So by then we where both over in the west, living in a big house on a big street, with loads of things and friends and music. Michaela was writing while Marion was at the markets drawing and painting and in the evenings they met in their little room to look at the story of Maggie and Harriette, shaping it slowly, slowly into a book.
And that was only the beginning.
our story
the story of how Maggie and Harriette came to be.
It is a true cosmopolitan story. Since Marion is from France and Michaela from Germany AND both met and became friends on the other side of the world, in Australia.
It was a small place where we met. Up in the east, in the hills and it was sooo green and warm. Together we watched the sun rising every day and setting. We danced and cooked and gardened and told each other about the stories we had found.
Only a few weeks later Michaela found yet another story, the story of Maggie and Harriette. It happened down in the south, on a day when she was wondering about sadness and about all the beauty around her, always there but somtimes so hard to see.
Only a few weeks later again, Marion was sitting on her desk, drawing and colouring and drawing, looking for Maggie's face, looking for Harriette's form, looking for their magical world. And how beautiful it has turned out to be.
So by then we where both over in the west, living in a big house on a big street, with loads of things and friends and music. Michaela was writing while Marion was at the markets drawing and painting and in the evenings they met in their little room to look at the story of Maggie and Harriette, shaping it slowly, slowly into a book.
And that was only the beginning.