I wonder sometimes if something like animal print bedding is what inspired the book Where the Wild Things Are. The Maurice Sendak children’s picture book classic is a part of most US children’s youngest memories and sometimes I like to think about what inspired such classics.
I imagine a young, imaginative Sendak cozying up in his bed, his young mind a bit too active to sleep and staring in the half-light allowed in by a nearby street light, staring down at his bedding and imagining it come to life as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
Worth a thought.
