In the children books and comics I grew up reading, mushrooms were always red and white.
I was walking in Birmingham's Christmas German market a few days ago when I saw some ornaments that brought back this vivid memory. I came back home and painted my mushrooms on paper clay plates I made, just like I did with my pebbles and stones I collected at the beach of my beautiful Mediterranean city: I used to paint so many of them red with white polka dots.
A moment to share!
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