A Miss Moon Christmas. Lesson One: Do Not Mistake People Wearing Green Coats For Christmas Trees. Oil on canvas, 11″x14″. Sold
What is this? Could it be that Miss Moon has returned? Has she packed up her brood of sixty-seven dogs including Mitford The Monkey, and Pink Parrot (who prefers to stay indoors) and brought them to the Canadian countryside to impart some very important (and utterly ridiculous) Christmas lessons on them? Has she collected new dogs along the way as well? Oh, I think she has. Some of her teachings are more winter lessons, as I’m sure Mr. Bitters, a stickler for detail has already pointed out to her, but they are still quite relevant and very useful during the holiday season.
As these paintings are seasonal, I’m only going to release the first three lessons before Christmas and then she will return next year in time for the holidays.
I’ve been getting some emails wanting to know more about the release of the English version of Miss Moon The Dog Governess book, and I hope to know more details next month.
ps- Mr. Bitters has also pointed out that dogs can’t see the colour green but has confirmed that they can sense it. He also claims that ‘Pink Parrot’ is actually a pink cockatoo and he feels Miss Moon should change his name to reflect that. She won’t.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Seventeen: Present Yourself With Poise, Dignity, And Grace. A Good Walk Is Not A Race. 12″x14″, oil on canvas. Sold.
This is an appropriate lesson for Finnegan who is the biggest spaz on our walks. My mother would correctly point out that it’s because he was never trained properly. However, I’ve seen some King Charles Spaniels that have gone through rigorous training classes that are still naughty walkers. When Finnegan was a puppy, he would have something called ‘puppy terrors’. He would be trotting along quite fine then something would snap: too much green grass, too much sidewalk space, too much of a good smell and he would stop everything and run in a furious circle at top speed leaving me wrapped up like a mummy in his leash. I never knew that this behavior had a name until a woman who was walking a very calm golden retriever shouted out to me from across the street that he had a bad case of the ‘puppy terrors’. Even though Finnegan is no longer a puppy and the terrors have dwindled, he still pulls on his leash much more than necessary, stops short, and refuses to walk west.
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.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Thirteen: With A Splash Of Imagination, A Mundane Bath Becomes A Nautical Adventure. Capture Sea Monsters, Battle Thieving Pirates, And Observe Mermaids In Their Natural Setting. Oil on canvas. Sold.
Here we are- Lucky Thirteen! I never imagined that I would ever paint a plastic green octopus but here it is. Life is full of fun and silly surprises.
Miss Moon Was A Dog Governess. Lesson Eleven: A Tidy Space Is A Welcoming Place. Oil on canvas, 10″x12″. Sold.
Poor Bernie. For some reason Miss Moon really does single him out. Even Queenie looks a little embarrassed for him- and Mr. Bitters is not remotely impressed. Now, cut to my cocktail hour discussion with my husband last night. We were out having a drink at our ‘local’ and got into a pretty serious discussion about Mr. Bitters and what his style of housekeeping would be like. Mr. Bitters by the way, is the one with the orange bow-tie. He’s straight-laced and not fussy. I imagine he clears his throat a lot and straightens his bow-tie more than necessary. John and I agreed that Mr. Bitters likely keeps his room like an army barracks: Neat, efficient, and spartan with only a wool blanket, clock, pencil, paper, lamp and a comb. I think Miss Moon needs to give him a lesson on cutting loose once in a while.
I don’t know if Miss Moon is entirely correct on this one though. There is much argument that the creative mind needs a messy place to flourish. I’m in the middle. I need relative tidiness but not super tidy as that makes me nervous.