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 I’m so out of date.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’.