There is a sign in a shop window in the small town where she lives that reads, “DO YOU SUFFER FROM FRECKLES?” Pippi doesn’t. She is not interested in the anti-freckle cream on offer but nevertheless goes into the shop to make her position clear.
“No, I don’t suffer from freckles,” she declares.
“But my dear child,” says the startled assistant, “your whole face is covered in them.”
“I know,” says Pippi, “but I don’t suffer from them. I like them. Good morning!”
When I was a kid, I used to love reading Pippi Longstocking stories. Pippi – the strongest girl in the whole world, who could carry horses, had her own money, was assertive, witty and unconventional.
I had totally forgotten all about her until Mr. J and I were talking about random things like whether he like women with red hair and freckles. Apparently, he read Pippi Longstocking too and he’s Austrian. We are more similar than we are different and it’s these little things (like a shared childhood storybook like Pippi) that ties people from all over the world together.
Oh, and isn’t this Pippi wearing the cutest outfit?