Mona Lisa of the Goose-kind part 2

  By Fionna Goosefeathers the 2nd.... ( super model)

  Dear Diary, The day I have been waiting for has finally arrived,, yes, the day that I,  Fionna Goosefeather II become immortalized in living Color!  The Mistress summoned me into her chambers and told me that in 2 days hence, I was to come to the studio to have my portrait completed! Months ago, she did my drawings and I've been waiting with bated fish breath for the day when she would paint me in all my technicolor glory... or was that watercolor glory??

 Wanting to look my best, I immediately made an appointment with the  hen hairdressers  at  
"Le Chic Chicken Salon"

  The hen ladies shampooed my feathers in chamomile and lavender,  fluffed up my tail to a perky puff and used a specially scented Pomade to slick my wing feathers smooth as... well, feathers.They slathered it on and it smelled a LOT like crayfish to me, but they said it was all the rage.  Then, they buffed my bill  to a lovely orange sheen and spent 2 hours giving my webbytoes a pedicure!

 They kept complaining "Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!.. what is theese green  between your toes!" I can't help it if the moss stains my webby toes... and I told those hoity-toity  gals so.! They think they are SO special , but I know those French accents are affected!  I happen to know that ALL three of those so-called "French Hens" were hatched, right here in Tennessee.... in the barn... in a wooden crate. Besides, I think they are just jealous because I am a super-model.

 Dear Diary, I arrived 2 hours ahead of schedule, and the Mistress directed me to put on my bonny bodice, blouse and skirt. I laced my corset extra tight, but I never did acquire a proper waistline.  Next I was told to adorn myself in the jewelry, ( straight out of  the vault!) 
 
 "You look just perfect Fionna, says she.... but what is that horrid fishy odor.?..."
 I self-consciously shuffled my feet and sniffed my feathers...darn those double-crossing French Hens!

 Dear Diary,  The Mistress had some of her paints at the  ready, she said these were for my feathers and face.. I was so very excited... I had to remember what she told me when last I posed... "Be as Still as Mona Lisa"
 
 
 Dear Diary, It really paid off having my bill buffed, the Mistress oohed and ahhed over the rich orange colors. She claimed vehemently that the only things in the world that SHOULD be orange are Pumpkins, Oranges, Autumn leaves, a Harvest moon and a Goose's Bill!

I think she forgot to mention goosey toes....

"Lets start with your beautiful blue eyes." ( Hamish says my  eyes are the color of bluefish scales in the moonlight... isn't he romantic? ).  But the Mistress said " Fionna, your eyes are the color of Blue Lobelia, just lovely, my dear! Well, she IS the artist, so I will take her word on it.

My eyes got blue...

and then BLUER

until they were the color of Blue Lobelia...

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     And my bill and tooties were the color of a Harvest Moon!

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  Next I donned my famous bonnet. It HAS been worn by dollies and cats;  BUT it was meant for Fionna Goosefeathers! "What colors shall we paint it Fionna Dear??? It is a wee bit bland in it's original shades, don't you think?"

I was about to suggest orange, but I bit my tongue as I remembered her feelings on THAT subject.
"Lets go with pastels!" she exclaimed, interrupting my thoughts; just in time.

  

   Who would have though that purple and pink would go so very well with a pumpkin colored beak?

Dear Diary, the Mistress must value my opinion a great deal. "Tell me Fionna, dear, what color is your favorite for a bodice?" I had to wrack my tiny bird-brain on that one, but then I reminded myself, 'Self, you ARE the official garden guide here in the Hollow, and SELF, you DO know the colors of all the flowers.....Forget-me-Not" blue!'  I honked... rather loudly, much to my embarrassment.

"Excellent!" said she.  And, feeling flushed with satisfaction, I blurted out,' With  tiny pink flowers!!' and then,
  'Mistress, Mistress, May I have a dotted swiss blouse to match my hat.... AND a pink skirt??? And a crisp white Petticoat too???' I could just imagine the feminine beauty of it all.

  I began to wiggle and waggle out of excitement... oh dear, I am afraid I was not at all "still", like Mona Lisa.
Nevertheless, Mistress gave me all that my heart desired... she is such a softie.

 Suddenly, I began humming 'I feel pretty, oh so Pretty... I feel', "Be still Fionna, we are nearly finished!"

Dear Diary, after 7 days of modeling my portraits are complete! The Mistress was so pleased with the outcome she said I could keep the dress! I can hardly wait to waddle past the "Le Chic Chicken Salon" in my stunning duds, in full view of those 3 "French Hens"... so-called.  
 In the meantime, I think I will just take a quiet stroll down the Blue Lobelia path....."

" I feel pretty, Oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay... and I  pity, any girl who isn't me today!"

 Dear Diary, I almost forgot to tell you... The Mistress was so pleased with me, she said that I . Fionna Goosefeathers, should have a book of my own! Just think, the "Autobiography of a Goose Gal.".. or "Confessions of a Fish lover" or  "Love stories from the Pond" featuring Fionna Goosefeathers and her dreamy love-boat Hamish... I can hardly wait.

Fionna Goosefeathers, super model!

   Greetings and a hearty honk honk, from me,

 Fionna Goosefeathers, resident goose gal and garden guide here in the Hollow. 

 And, as you know, MODEL, extraordinaire. 

Yes, ever since My modeling career began, when the Mistress used MOIS, as a Perfectly, Perfect example of goosey Perfection, I have been much in demand.

   I have modeled on the runway of Croaky Toad Creek,

sporting all manner of frocks and bonnets for the fashion-conscious feminine, feathered folk of the Hollow.

I have been the spokes-goose for pedicure products and nail glosses.

  I've promoted  countless beauty products for the Wildflower Toilette Perfumeries, makers of the finest in meadow scents.

  Yes.....me, Fionna Goosefeathers!

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But the biggest feather in my cap ( pun intended) is the new sculpture, commissioned by the Mistress, to immortalize" yours truly".

 Not since Rodins "The Thinker", has an artist captured the spirit of the model to such a degree!

 Please note,

The beautiful shade of pumpkin in my ever-lovin clod hoppers... (also known as webby toes)

  Just look at this profile.

And what of this long elegant neck...delicate and graceful.

    Simply divine.. if I do say so myself.

 Here, you can see my soft and fluffy wing feathers  shown to best advantage.

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 No one has a backside as firm and perky as mine.

 

 Notice how my tail feathers taper into a perfect peak.

Not since the Venus de Milo, has a sculptor captured such feminine beauty!

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Don't you agree?

Of course, nothing is complete without my signature bonnet.

  And here it is. Unveiled for the first time in history! 

Tis I, Fionna Goosefeathers!

Not sculpted in marble, oh no, not sculpted in bronze, pshaw!

But sculpted in wool... soft, fuzzy, sheepy-coat, WOOL.

 DO I NOT MAKE THE MOST Refined and awesomely charming sculpture??!!

Indeed, I have come a long way since the Mistress brought me home in a chicky-poopy laden  cage, and set me free to roam the Hollow...

  But one thing is for certain, I have lost none of my humility. 

 Sending  HONKS and KISSES to the, Artist, PENNY WHITE, for capturing my goose gal essence, totally!

A note from the Mistress: This is another delightful creation by Penny White, painter, sculptor, maker of fun and wonderful things!  I have so many of them and it is never enough. PLEEESE check out the little mousie ballerinas on her blog right away, you will smile, I promise! 

 Here is the link:   http://angelsdoor.blogspot.com/

Waddling round in the Hollow with Fionna Goosefeathers II

"Greetings and a heck of a hearty HONK, HONK, HONK! Tis I, Fionna Goosefeathers II, giddy with anticipation as I prepare to take you on my first Hopalong Hollow tour.

 Following in the webby feetsteps of my predecessor, the dearly departed Fionna Goosefeathers the First, I am now, OFFICIAL tour guide in the Hollow.  Won't you Puh-leese follow me?

 Let us meander past the roses and chives along the brick paths, ( my, my, the mistress is certainly NOT a brick layer, will you look at these lumpy paths??!) 

  But, says she, ' "If it's good enough for Colonial Williamsburg, it's good enough for me" ',Whatever that means.

 "A professional garden lady spoke disdainfully about Knockout Roses, so the Mistress planted even MORE of them, and surrounded them with wild flowers, she's stubborn. We think that garden lady would not like the wildflowers either and consider them "weeds". But we like them.

"Notice the strawberry beds. Normally,  those pesky PEABODY boys would have poked holes in the fruits and taken the best of the best, BUT I got up extra early this morning to pick a basket of fruits, JUST for us!  Please help yourself...oh, uh, excuse me, that extra large plump one on the top.. that is mine.... but you can have ANY of the others.

 "Speaking of the peabody boys, let me just tell you, ever since they grew those garish tail-feathers they have been unbearable! Strutting here, strutting there, walking the ridgepole of the potting shed to show off those tails  to  full advantage. Personally, I think those colors rather gouache... and prefer the subtle greys and tans and whites of... of... well, goosefeathers.

 LIKE HAMISH, MY DREAMY DREAMBOAT..... ahhhhhhh!

"Oh dear, speak of the devil and the devil appears! Here they come, hurry, hurry,

 before they see us and start following us about!"

  

Just slip silently past the stone lady..

"I don't know who she is, she never says a word, just stands there with her apron open.

She sort of gives me the creeps... but the Mistress sees her everyday from her kitchen window and tells the Lord of the Manor, " I just love that girl!"

" Here you will see the Mistress's attempt to protect her new lavender plants from marauding chicken cultivators  Silly Mistress, does she really think putting her plants behind bars will protect them from crazed chicken gardeners?

 

  HAH! not a chance, just look at what they did to her little moss garden she planted last week!

"Bits and pieces of mosses scattered all about, hither and thither, simply ruined! Why, if it were my moss garden, I would ring those chickens scrawny necks, indeed I would!"

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 As we wander up the hill I ask you to observe the strange creatures who dwell here. Each and every night, I thank my lucky stars and the fireflies above that I was  born a goose and not one of these!

S-H-E-E-P

 Can you imagine it?

80 degree heat and wearing an arctic parka?  It's a good thing the Mistress is handy with her kitchen shears. She clips and clips and snips away like a whirling dervish!

  But it takes her hours and hours.

and most of the debris is simply waste material, oh so very icky.

  Save for a little pile of soft fluff.

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" When Mistress has finished the job,

 she looks  and smells just like a barn rat!

 That's what I call love...

 How one can love a sheep is beyond my goosey understanding..Harrumph!

 Sheep never bathe... unlike we feathered folk who are quite particular about our toilette.

Bathing is especially enjoyable in the Mistress frog pond... ooops, I shouldn't have mentioned that , well, we only ate a FEW of those frogs. Now, you won't breathe a word of  that, will you?

We splash  with regularity at least 25 times a day!

after playing in the mud.

 " Now, I would be remiss if I did not take you to Mistress pride and joy, the potting shed garden.

"No, No, NO!

  That is the BEFORE picture, when those SHEEP people had to live in that old shack!

That's more like it..

"Oodles and oodles of flowers and plants. It's also a handy place to lay eggs,

if you know what I mean.

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  "Oh I have so much more to show you, but seeing as this is my first time as tour guide, and I have worked up quite an appetite, what say we  give it a rest and mosey on over to the creek bank for a few crawdad canapes??

 and pink lemonade? "

 Thank you Fionna Goosefeathers II, Now, what's this about my frog pond??!