The perfect Bonnet

    I have been in search of the perfect bonnet. When at last I did find it, via mail-order, I anxiously awaited on the Post for delivery . At least one hundred years old, and very delicate. I wasn't sure it would fit on the small recipients head, but I certainly hoped it would.

    This hat is far too small for the Southern Belle.....

"Besides, ah only weah Taffeta!"

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And far too big for the other Southern Belle....

"Oh Dea-ah, this old rag, ah wouldn't be caught dead in it!"

 

 Hmmm, not a bad fit here.... but wrong person. Sorry dolly.

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Aretha is simply NOT in the mood for this nonsense...

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  And wearing this bonnet gives Claudette the strange desire to take a stroll in the park with her parasol and her pet poodle, Gigi....

 But this hat is NOT for her.

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It's all Peepers can do to keep from dashing up the nearest tree..

Ouch! Watch those claws!!!!

and Sasha is awfully charming to behold.

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 But these girls do not get to possess this dear little bonnet. I bought it for someone very, very special.

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" Do you mean.... moi?

Oh, May I please, please try it on?"

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 Fionna, your neck is indeed long and graceful, but that is not quite what I had in mind.....

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 "Is this better?

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Oh, my.... it is just your size!

 

"And, do I look divine?"

Indeed you do Fionna, even better than I had hoped!

 

(Lest you think I have lost my mind, I really do plan on drawing Fionna in her new hat in an illustration I am working on. So you see, she really did need the perfect bonnet.)

Eat , Drink, and be Hairy...

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 What more can I say?

The unfortunate demise of the chipmunk

The guilty party, doing jail time. 

    A naughty puss has brought about the untimely death of a dear
little chipmunk and has deposited the poor creature on the stairway. She is now pouting on the porch, as I have seen fit to deprive her of any further satisfaction from this act of , of..... hmmmm what do you label the wanton murder of little darling creatures perpetrated by the feline species? fuzzycide? tweetycide? Well, whatever it is, those cats do get away with murder, no doubt about it. .

     Now, I have another little body to dispose of. Birds, squirrels, tiny srews and mice have all had proper burials around here. After all, it would be so unseemly to do anything less. But then I had a thought, why should this little feller have died for naught? I remembered that Tasha Tudor said in an interview that she  kept similar unfortunate victims in her freezer. She said she had a whole freezer full of little mice! When she needed a life-like model (forgive the pun) to create a painting, she would just pop on over to the icebox and get one.

Working from "life"

     Well, my goodness! I've been collecting bug bodies for ages to use in my paintings, so why not? If it's good enough for Tasha, it's good enough for me! It just so happens, I need a little chipmunk model for the  book I'm working on....
      I told the man of the house, "Dearest, there is a little chippy in the freezer, he's in a marked baggy." Dearest says,"Not next to the ice cream, I hope." He is so understanding.

He will live on in my book, this little chipster.

    Now, here's the question, when I need to "use" my little model, do I:

      A. Thaw him out and then put him in the proper position?

      B. Put him in position and draw as quickly as I can before he               thaws out?

      C. How many times can he be thawed and refrozen? What

           about freezer burn, yikes!

      D. Should I just take him to a taxidermist? Naw.

                Oh dear, I wish I knew how Tasha did it.