“Just thought I’d call to ask how everything is going, Sally,” said my friend Janine from Maroochy River (where I house sat recently).
“Oh, I’m fine,” I replied, “but I’m glad you called because I was going to call you. I’m afraid the painting of Molly isn’t very good.”
“I’m sure it’s alright Sally. You’re so good at painting animals. So long as we can recognise Molly’s face it will okay,” Janine was optimistic.
“No, I don’t think so. There aren’t enough pixels in the photograph and it’s too dark. I had to lighten it and then there wasn’t any colour left. Can you send me another photo of Molly?” I asked despondently. (I didn’t add that, to make matters worse, the printer at Roland’s place had run out of coloured ink!)
“Oh my goodness!” Janine gasped, “she’s a bit too old now. I’ll have to see if Mum has one on her mobile and I’ll send it to you.”
So that’s how we left it and I stopped painting frangipanis to look at the result of my failed attempt at painting Molly. I had spent two afternoons on the tiny painting to no avail – it didn’t even look like a dog to me – rather more like a koala!
I took the painting inside and propped it on the kitchen worktop where Roland joined me in appraising the unfinished painting.
“Maybe I can fix it up – perhaps if I alter the nose and lighten it,” I suggested.
“Yes, I think that might do it,” encouraged Roland, “and a bit more light under her nose. Truly though, I don’t agree with you that it’s like a koala. I can see it’s a dog.”
“Well maybe it’s not so much like a koala now,” I conceded, “but it bears no resemblance to Molly the dog, as far as I can make out from that dark photo Janine sent me. No, it’s more like an old man.”
“What rubbish!” Roland disagreed.
“But I’ve seen little old men that look like that!” I expostulated.
“That’s just because you live in Dawlish,” our old friend said dryly.
It took a second or two to consider what he had said and then I burst out laughing. To tell you the truth I’m still giggling to myself as I write this.
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- A pleasant distraction from painting Molly
And if you’re wondering about the Little Richard song….
Good Golly Miss Molly Lyrics
from The Essential Tracks
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Play “Good Golly Mis…” |
Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’ can’t hear your momma call.
Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’ can’t hear your momma call.
From the early, early mornin’ till the early, early night
You can see miss Molly rockin’ at the house of blue light.
Good golly, miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’ can’t hear your momma call.
I am going to the corner, gonna buy a diamond ring.
When she hugs me and kiss me make me ting-a-ling-a-ling
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’ can’t hear your momma call.
SONGWRITERS
JOHN MARASCALCO, R. BLACKWELL
PUBLISHED BY
LYRICS © PEERMUSIC PUBLISHING
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Oh Sally, that’s Molly alright. No koala there at all. Her colourings change often like Bella used to. Must be when their new season’s fur come through.
Oh, that’s great! I’ll put on the finishing touches then! xxx