I have an orange lust going on right now. Could be the fact that I’m working on getting over my second cold in less than three months and the only thing that makes me feel better are Old Fashioned cocktails loaded with oranges and bourbon. I know that the unicorns are a delirium of my brain, but I can’t stop thinking that they might possibly exist– somewhere far away like Egypt.
Here we are in our second week of October, which means that I’m into my second week of Schocktoberfest. This is a terrible tradition that John started years ago which consists of at least one scary movie every night until Halloween. This year there’s been a few iffy ones like the 1980’s classic ‘Chopping Mall’ which really had nothing to do with any ‘chopping’ (thank god) but rather three killer security robots in a shopping mall and lots of death by laser beams. In terms of actual ‘scary’, I would say the Conjuring 2 scared me the most with the creepy nun/man/demon thingy. I actually hid under my covers after watching that and sweated until I mercifully passed out. The Taking of Deborah Logan was also creepy and very well acted, and American Horror Story Hotel has made me never want to check into a hotel again unless it’s the Four Seasons– and even then I’m checking the mattress. I’m fairly certain that John will also insist that we watch ‘The Witch’ again because we’re pretty convinced that Finnegan (our beloved King Charles Spaniel) is actually Black Phillip, the mischievous devil goat. On occasion he gets the same glint of evil in his eyes.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Twenty: Celebrate Your Accomplishments With Family And Good Friends. Oil on canvas, 12″x16″. Sold.
It seems that Miss Moon has completed her lesson plan! Fortunately it looks like she doesn’t have to grade papers but instead is dishing out ice cream to a bunch of stunned and exhausted students. Except of course, the King Charles Spaniel (Finnegan) who appears to have made a moat of hotdogs around his little cushion. This is true to life. He has a deep seated fear of food being taken from him, even though no one has ever dared (or wanted to) touch his food.
One has to wonder though if Bernie graduated. He isn’t wearing a graduation cap, just his red beret. Could he be showing his rebellious artistic temperament? Or possibly Miss Moon felt he just wasn’t ready? Hmmm.. I guess you will just have to buy the book in September to find out if he did graduate.. I’ll keep you posted on the release date and other pertinent bits of information on the book as they come.
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It has been a little while since I’ve done a sweeter piece so here we go. Red, pink, sugar, chocolate, and sinister cupids bearing arms are a welcome sight for February. So how do you stay sane this time of year??? John and I have started our Latin food-fest month. This is the time of year where we eat spicy food, over-indulge in Spanish and Argentinian wine, watch shark movies and pretend we are anywhere else but stuck in a cottage that is buried under a mountain of snow.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Fifteen: Be Generous With Your Love. Oil on canvas, 11″x14″. Sold.
I tried to get this painting completed before Christmas but just couldn’t pull it together. Was it just me or did this Christmas seem to be on steroids? Normally we have a quiet and small Christmas, but my brother and family were in Ottawa (normally they are in England) and so on Boxing Day I took the train to see them. I think I ate four Christmas dinners, at least two pounds of Christmas cake, and quite possibly a partridge and a pear tree. Needless to say, I am confined to stretchy pants for the next two weeks.
So how about those magic miniatures- right? I know it got a little wacky and I’m very sorry to those of you who tried to snag one but couldn’t. There seemed to be quite the drama surrounding the event- including ‘cart stealing’. Technically not stealing I suppose- but apparently your order isn’t safe until paypal has taken the money- before that, what you had in your cart can be taken right back out of it and sold to someone else. Imagine that happening in real life….rude!
There will be more miniatures but not for a while. I threw my neck out while painting them. My whole body is made of thread or something- and when something is pulled the wrong way, everything spirals out of control. I had my neck bent at a funny position as I painted them (they’re too small for my easel) and so I just held them in my hand and well, I had a bad case of stiff granny neck for a week. Then, John and I went to see that ‘Pacific Rim’ movie- yes, the one with the giant robots that battle the giant alien sea monsters (I enjoy sea monsters) and there was something about the way the IMAX seats slanted back that really helped the granny neck. The fact that the entire theater smelled like a sweaty fourteen year old boy and the fact that I lost my hearing for two days was still worth it .
From alien sea monsters to cats that enjoy crepes. Daisy (my cat) eats Christmas cake whenever the opportunity presents itself. Therefore crepes with orange sauce is not that far fetched.
The Devil’s Food Cake, oil on canvas, 10″x12″. Sold.
So what makes a ‘Devil’s Food Cake’ so devilish anyway? I love how certain foods, particularly desserts and British delicacies, get such descriptive and imaginative names. Someone should write and illustrate a book just about weird food names…..Toad In The Hole, Eton Mess, Angel Food Cake vs Devil’s Food Cake, Bubble and Squeak, Fairy Cakes, Cullen Skink, and of course my personal favourite: Spotted Dick.
Have you ever been too embarrassed to order something because of the name? I likely have and I know John has. Years ago I got him hooked on ‘Snickerdoodle’ coffee that was served at a local coffee shop in town. I personally don’t find the name that bad, but for some reason John felt a little emasculated requesting that coffee (even though he LOVED it) and so whenever it appeared as the ‘Daily Feature’ coffee, he made sure to pop in for a cup. Although, he would ask for ‘The Daily Feature Coffee’ in his manliest and deepest voice, rather than requesting it by its proper name. If you can’t say it, perhaps you shouldn’t drink it.
The Chocolate One With Sprinkles, oil on canvas, 9″x12″.
It’s been a busy week. We headed off for a quickie getaway early last week to Skaneateles, New York so that I could relax and eat doughnuts while staring at the beautiful lake. Yes, I will drive five hours for a good doughnut- or is it donut? And apparently I will paint them too. The people at the Skaneateles Bakery were very kind and let me take some pictures of their lovely and addictive doughnuts and they turned out so well that I figured why not pay homage to the deliciousness with a painting. My favourite one? The Chocolate One With The Sprinkles- of course.
When we returned home I was in charge of Thanksgiving dinner (Canadian- if anyone is wondering why I’m celebrating Thanksgiving so early). So, there I was cooking a 15 pound turkey for four people and a dog and a cat. Ridiculous. I even pulled a muscle in my arm hoisting the darn thing in and out of the oven to baste it. Although the leftovers are worth all the trouble I have come to realize.