Puppy Love

Never too old for a time out, Kirsten, my sister’s eldest revealed her new tattoo at a family gathering. Disappointed with everyone’s reaction she went to sulk in the hallway. I felt sorry for her, but was relieved to discover her finding comfort with their new puppy and made a sketch of them while they cuddled from which I painted this piece.
’Naughty Niece Loves Doggie’ (2019)

So Springtumnal

Spring has officially sprung when the blue bells flower. This weekend I walked to the woods with my neighbour Ken’s dog. Our destination: this beautiful but fleeting blue bell patch. I don’t know if it has a name so I made one up for my painting. I showed it to my lodger and he said “I think it’s balls”. How rude.
’Blue Bell End’ (2019).

Playing Chicken

My boyfriend used to keep chickens along with a rooster called Bruce that would give us a glorious morning wake-up call. They were friendly beasts but my nephews were terrified of Bruce. When their football strayed into his run they would rather play something else than retrieve it. Bruce had quite a collection, as you can see in my painting
”Cock and Balls” (2012)

Strictly PG

My Frank had a very strict morning routine. A bowl of All Bran and tea in his “big mug”. I have drunk exclusively leaf tea for most of my life but Frank was convinced he got a better flavour from those infernal bags. One compulsion he had was what he called “The Scrunch” which he said got the last bit of flavour out but, as you and I know, only bruises the leaves. Does anybody else do The Scrunch? Anyway, here is my watercolour memory of Frank’s breakfast ritual which I call:
”Teabagging Boyfriend Squeezes Out Every Last Drop” (2019)

Fanny in a Jam

Hello my dears. Spring is here and last week I decided to make some conserves for charity stall at the fun run. I was reminded of last summer when I made a whole batch with the plums from Ken-next-door’s tree. My jam pan was almost frothing over! I’d just done the wrinkle test and realised I’d used almost all my seals and pretty cloth covers. In the end I only had three jars to donate and Ken and I were spooning for the rest of the year from my largest Tuperware. This is my painted memory called
“The Day I Ran Out Of Jam Rags” (2018).

Pampered Gran

How I chuckled when I popped around to see my friend from choir, Molly. Her granddaughters were visiting and had coerced her into playing makeovers. Her face-pack looked astounding and Little Enid took a photograph on her apple phone so I simply had to paint a picture from it.
'Surprise Facial for Grandma’ (2016)

A Plucky Escape

My dear Daddy is a very musical man. His banjo was one of his prized possessions and he would often sit and pick out tunes on it after supper. When he turned 70, I thought it would be amusing to play Happy Birthday to him on it. Unfortunately the sherry had got the better of me and I strummed far too vigorously, putting it out of action and even drawing some blood so I put it outside before he found out. Here is a painting of that bittersweet memory.
I Snapped My Father’s Banjo String (2017)

Checking Out The Birds

My garden is at it’s most beautiful in the Spring. To my delight last year, my neighbour Ken popped round and was hanging a bird feeder so I commented on how full and heavy his nut bags looked. He corrected me and said they were called “Fat Balls”. From Wilko. Well whatever they are, the birds can’t get enough of the seeds within, so I spent an afternoon sketching and painting them getting their fill.
Tits Around Fat Balls (2018)

Handy Man

The chimney breast in my bedroom caved in on a very windy night in the storms of 2016. It made a terrible racket and I didn’t know what to do. Fortunately Ken from next door heard it collapse and the next day offered to plaster the damage. The sweetheart even moved my furniture and I painted him while he worked.
‘Neighbour Fills My Gaping Hole With Drawers Pulled To One Side’ (2016).