The Northern Christmas Llama Was Elusive But Generous In Nature


The Northern Christmas Llama Was Elusive But Generous In Nature, oil on canvas, 8″x10″. SOLD.

To be honest, I don’t really know if this is really a llama, never mind a proper ‘Northern Christmas Llama’.  I was studying quite a few pictures of llamas before I started painting this and I was left very disorientated and confused.  Physically, they don’t make any sense, and each llama is very different from the next. I doubt two are the same. And what is the difference between a llama and an alpaca?  All I know is that I want one now, just so I can study it further and possibly cuddle it.  But, do they bite is my only worry.

And speaking of biters, I really thought this week we were going to lose Daisy (our 20 year old cat).  First off, I want to mention that I did not name her.  Not that I have a problem with the name Daisy, but it never suited her.  She appeared on John’s doorstep sixteen years ago, a stray, and quite pregnant.  John and his ex took her in, and someone named her Daisy. But, she’s really more of a Joan, or a Betty, or a Jean, or maybe even an Eliza.  She’s more of a dame than a flower.  We took her to the vet with a bladder infection and she basically came back with a terrible cold.  I didn’t know that cats could get colds- at least the kind with snorting congestion.  It was terrible to watch, not to mention listen to.  She stopped eating, stopped sleeping and sat in an uncomfortable crouch position and looked like she wanted to end it.  Then the vet shot her up with steroids and she’s moved on to her 55th cat life. In fact, she’s happily eating leftover brisket as I type this.

So in a very long winded way, this is also an explanation as to why there isn’t another Miss Moon Christmas painting yet.  I’ve been so busy being a nursemaid which included force feeding stinky fishy cat food through a syringe, only to have it expelled back onto me, as well as bouts of cat mind reading, trying to suss out whether or not she wanted to continue on in this world or not. Fortunately for us, we have her for a little longer.

The Peppermint Family Christmas Balloon Ride


The Peppermint Family Christmas Balloon Ride, oil on canvas, 12″x16″.  For sale on etsy.

This is what happens when you let the Peppermint family run amok. There is so much that is wrong with this picture (and possibly wrong with the Peppermint family) but they always seem to get away with it, likely because it’s considered to be only a little harmless festive fun. But is it really? Once again, we find them littering.  And this time, they are littering big time.  No longer are they tossing candy canes out of car windows, but they are dropping candy canes and other heavy objects from quite a height.  Imagine that you live in this pretty miscellaneous European town and you are just sitting in the park enjoying a hot beverage when you get clunked in the head by a gingerbread man.  That would put me off Christmas, and possibly parks, for quite a while.  I think the Peppermint family needs to rethink their gift giving strategy and take it down a notch.

Also, does Mr. Peppermint have two wives? No, that redhead is just his sister, Miss Moon (no, she’s not really Miss Moon).


The Peppermint Family Spread A Little Christmas Cheer

The Peppermint Family Spread A Little Christmas Cheer, oil on canvas, 12″x14″.  For sale on etsy.

Here’s what I know about the Peppermint Family:

They really like Christmas.

They own a candy cane factory, possibly a candy cane empire.

They have a raccoon stalker problem.

The same raccoon has just taken several candy cane blows to the head.

They are inadvertent litterbugs.

They have a long standing rivalry with the Spearmint Family.  I imagine that when their paths cross on lightly snow-dusted streets there’s some pretty bad tinsel talk followed by some mitten slapping and some pretty ruthless turtleneck pulling.

John feels that only I can take a sweet Christmas loving family and turn them into the Corleones.


The Peppermint Family Christmas

The Peppermint Family Christmas, oil on canvas, 11″x14″.  Sold.

I’m back!  Barely lucid though.  It was another crazy sale and we managed to get all the orders out within the week which is pretty much a miracle.   I won’t bore everyone with the details, but lets just say a certain ink manufacturer messed up our much needed back-up supply orders- not once, but twice. grumble grumble.  We had some long intense days packing and printing, printing and packing…..

Thankfully, I have finally returned to what I do best (aside from cursing and throwing things) and have finished the last of the cheery Christmas paintings.  This one depicts another quirky family- obviously Christmas obsessed which is something that likely naturally happens when you have the last name ‘Peppermint’.


Deck The Hat Boxes

Deck The Hat Boxes, oil on canvas.  10″x12″.  For sale on etsy.

I wonder if this only works in theory.  Something tells me that those Christmas ornaments would be constantly rolling off of the lids of those hatboxes.  Of course, I just realized that I painted a bunch on the floor so at least I’m keeping it real.

Happy Friday everyone!


Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Twelve: Make The Most Of Whatever The Weather May Bring.

Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess.  Lesson Twelve:  Make The Most Of Whatever The Weather May Bring.  Oil on canvas, 11″x14″.  Sold.

I had fun with this one.   In fact, she may be my favourite Miss Moon for the moment.   Perhaps it’s because she seems caught in an uncharacteristic moment of unbridled joy.   I think she’s screaming, but John thinks she’s singing Christmas carols.   We had a minor argument over it and I think I won.

Can anyone else only think of the amount of wet scarves, hats and mittens that she will have to contend with later on?   I had flashbacks to elementary school- just after recess when you had to hang up wet snowsuits and mittens and the puddles they made- not to mention the musty smell of wet wool emanating from the cloakroom.  Then there was always the feeling of dismay at the end of the school day when you had to put the damp hats and scarves back on to go home.    I just wrote ‘cloakroom’ didn’t I?   Do they even use that term anymore?  I’m so out of date.  I don’t own a cellular telephone, and I say ‘cloakroom’.  Time to go watch ‘Little House On the Prairie’.