Princess Isabella appears to be a sweet little tyke in real life, but the version in this painting… suddenly I am terrified by the fact that she and my daughter were born on the very same day.
My father’s father emigrated from Denmark via South American tramp steamer in the nineteen-teens, when he was fifteen years old. I’m told his father was a keeper of the king’s forest outside Copenhagen.
I was hoping to find a print of this portrait to maybe hang in my daughter’s room as a gag, but now I’m worried about awakening some centuries-old Danish family curse or something.
