Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Canaries Pawprints & Paint (the Wednesday edition)

Hi peeps ol' pallid one how's that cold doing?

What's that?

Come again, and try not to get that tissue in the way....

Yup, right, uh huh, got it...... I think?

Thought so, I could tell you know, it was all those little signs.

Yup those little signs, the nuances that make us felines felines, and you ol' runny nose one, just plain ol' peeps.

Yup, with all those tissues and coughing and more tissues and sneezing, I said to myself there sits a peep with a cold. A peep that has a cold and is looking all pallid. And washed out, definite a lighter shade of pale.

OK peep, I thought what we need is a change to your overall pallidness. Eight out of nine Princesses surveyed or their press agents, who expressed an opinion and didn't put the phone down on me, said what you need, peep, is a change of scene. Other opinions were voiced but that was down to a wrongly connected call to the local.... well best we not go into that, needless to say that I won't be using that firm of undertakers. Mouses!

Anyways, seeing as you don't look like getting better anytime soon, and a bit down in the mouth, I thought we would try to brighten things up for you. Maybe a game of tag? If we can get that blood pressure back up maybe that could push that cold on its way.

No? OK well suit yourself, but I had a nice line up of mice for you to chase, and even given them little numbers, like a horse race.

No?

Hmm this could be a toughie. OK I'll reel of a list of activities and you nod when one takes your fancy.

Right, here goes.....

****** Some time later ******

Really! Come on! You must have some idea what you want to make you happy? I thought the Nip mice was a sure fire winner, especially with the right colour wool. And making paper chains for this years Charity Ball for the Orphaned and Disabled Mouse Association I thought was sheer brilliance. Both colour and dexterity practice for you.

Hmmm.... Ah-ha! I have it! No not the cold thank God, but a great plan to cheer you up.... be right back, I just have to go sharpen my claws and get a mouse trap.... And whatever you do DON'T move....

Why?

Well, you know those mice I mentioned? I think one of your tissues has been mistaken for the starter's flag, and they're off!

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Happy Wednesday everyone! 


On this week's Wind back Wednesday it is my pleasure to revisit our 5th post, Canaries Pawprints & Paint. I also need to qualify to a concerned reader in Scotland that I am, unlike peep, healthy without cold, and definitely DON'T have WIND or any other reflux issues on a weekly Wednesday basis.... Mouses!



Canaries Pawprints & Paint



    After my last cheese & cream fuelled nightmare of a smokin' and a flamin' peep, I decided being under a dark bed probably wasn't the best of places to spend a cheery and peaceful nights nap! Nothing else for it but to move on up and stake a claim for some of the bed!

   As they say possession is eight ninths (& the front end of a mouse)of the law, I did what any self respecting Princess would do, I slept on it! Well to be more accurate I slept on everything that didn't move, and some things that did like peeps tummy and toes! It didn't take long before I'd got peep sorted out with his sleeping position, just so he didn't squash or wake me when he got up to get my breakfast you understand. At the end of the week I had ended up owning the space under the bed (for mouse practise) the surface of the wool duvet for napping and the air space above for the jumping on and off of. Peep said that's called a flying freehold, which is just as well as I cant afford to pay for it, no sir! Oh I also retained an option for under the duvet visits in case of localised global warming, or is it global cooling? make a note for Miss Description to check on that! Anyways peep gets the space beneath the duvet and mattress, a reasonable concession I thought, though he did rather seem to assume that this was his by rite!

   Moving on up made me realise just how bad the decorating was above floor level. I've slept on enough home style & country living glossy magazines (two or three thick ones are particularly comfy on a cold winters night) to say that interior design and decorating is an art best left to those that have an eye for, erm, interiors design & decorating! Judging by the current scheme peeps was possibly colour blind and/or had entered some sort of expressionist period as yet to be discovered, and believe me undiscovered is where it should stay! purrs. Being a Princess with more than a degree of taste, admittedly for cream, salmon & cheese, I resolved to get some class into my bedroom. On further consideration an interior designer was probably better, I've seen what kids turn out at school and its not pretty I can tell you!

  Scratching around the bedroom, which believe me plays havoc on the claws, I discovered there were more colours on them there walls than you could wave swatch at. I found canary yellow (tricky colour to get a hold of I reckon on account of it flying and all), pale yellow, bright blue, light blue, three shades of green, beige, magnolia and white, though none of the 50 shades of grey peep keeps talking about. Then there were the layers of wall paper, lets not mention that! OK so I've mentioned it but lets not go there, suffice to say it needed to be stuck back down!  Taking stock, which apparently some also call "rustling" (clearly they had seen dodgy wallpaper too!), I came to the conclusion that this redecoration wasn't going to be easy.

   First I had to pick a colour, something feminine for sure, something Princess like. I had it in my mind, picture it if you will, black walls with a fetching white motif and whiskers to add that certain you know what, a bit like me really. Hmm maybe not, you can have too much of a good thing, and it would hardly be the uplifting effect I want no matter how regal. No, it had to be feminine & subtle with enough peepiness that he would be happy too. Yep... its gotta be PINK!

   Getting peep to do anything is a bit of a chore, getting him to pick paint let alone pick Pink paint wasn't going to be easy. The best plan, so far as I could see, was to get the old paint looking really tired and distressed and thus ripe for a tidy up, and then hit him with the swatch card and my choice. Whilst he's about it, he could sort the drapes too.

   I had seen some colour cards in with the Power Nap device in the wardrobe, so it didn't take much effort to get the ball rolling, though in my experience sometimes them balls, much like mice, just don't want to stop once they've started!

 Now the following day was rainy, so I headed on over to my fave spot under the hedge and settled down on the damp, smelly and muddy undergrowth. On returning home I didn't stop to wipe my paws, as one should, but headed on up to the bedroom window ledges to begin phase 1 of the operation. Jumping off a window ledge, text book fashion, means putting ones paws on the wall under the ledge and pushing off, which I find gives me enough boost to miss peeps tummy and land somewhere safe and frankly less wobbly! After a few minutes of leaping, the walls had taken on a mottled pattern, and certainly one that after drying would be hard to ignore.

    So to phase 2, the piece de resistance! It came late that evening when I trotted in with one of my sparrow friends, and happily dropped it at peeps feet. Now by prior arrangement with sparrow, just as peep went to pick it up it flew off with yours truly in hot pursuit, muddy paws n all, heading for the bedroom!

   Well I chased that sparrow up down and around, and even went back downstairs, across the sofa (and peep) and back up and around the bedroom for good measure. The net result, well I'll leave that to your imagination, but I can honestly say that by the time peep caught up with us I thought the makeover was in the bag. Now peeps ability to not see things truly amazes me, and whether it was because it was so late I can not say, but he just really didn't seem to notice! He just released the sparrow from the bathroom, gave me a stern glance and a rebuke for disturbing the neighbours at such a late hour, and withdrew my cream privileges. With not a mention of the d├ęcor disaster, peep went to bed and left me to contemplate my plans seeming failure.

   The following morning came, as mornings do, and I woke just early enough to make sure I could wake peep to feed me. Alas, as it was Saturday, he refused all enticement to get up at the usual 4.30 so I tottered on to my reserve bowl of crunchy biscuits, and did a little bit of stage setting. When peep surfaced there was sufficient light to see the full extent of the damage from the previous nights romp. I could see the little cogs whirring (though clunking may be a better choice of word for that time of day) in realisation of the state of things. It was then that I hit him, well more accurately I let the colour card thingy (with a gentle nudge from me) fall from the dressing table where I sat, onto his foot. Picking it up he was immediately drawn to the only colours that didn't have (fresh) paw prints on, namely the pinks and some sickly mustard yellows, by way of contrast you understand.

   Now clearly this struck (no pun intended) a chord, for peep headed back to bed with it and a cup of full strength de-caf to consider options. This was all very positive for sure, bar for the fact he forgot to feed me! The things you have to suffer for your art, and decorating huh!

   Things progressed, and peep soon got the wallpaper doing what wallpaper should do, namely staying stuck in place. Now I'd like to say at this point that things went well from thereon in. Yes, I'd like to say that, truly, but in true peep fashion things went awry when he went out and bought, yes bought without my approval! some pots of paint. Now I did offer to go with him, in fact I jumped in the car, but peep was adamant I needn't worry and he wasn't going to be gone long, and with that he popped me out and headed off. What he came back with later that day, when I wasn't there, was a selection of them small test pots that allow you to try, and I stress "in a discreet/generally unseen area", the colour of your choice. Now, what you're not meant to do is cover the wall as far as possible with every last drop of the pot and then repeat the exercise around the room with every other pot.

   Anyway, when I got home later that afternoon from a mousing outing, I was confronted with a bedroom in various shades of.....Eek......PURPLE! Not subtle pink or even medium pink but bright purple! What was worse, if you can imagine such, was that it wasn't just one shade of purple, no ma'am, it was five shades all in various stages of drying, and each getting darker as I watched!


   Now peep, somewhat surprisingly given he had picked the colours, was sat at the end of the bed transfixed by the scene unfolding before him, and I distinctly heard him mutter "....that's not what it looks like on the pot!"  I must confess that I was less restrained, I yowled, and I don't often yowl as its not Princess like, but with paw over my eyes I yowled. I yowled so much in fact that peep, thinking I was sick (and he wasn't far wrong), dropped the last pot of paint and took me downstairs for some cuddles and cream.

   Well next day (after a long sleepless and noisy night) and with lesson duly learned, peep headed off once more to the paint shop. Armed this time WITH the colour card thingy, he picked up one very large pot of subtle pink paint, or as peep said "it's not pink, its a hint of strawberry", men huh! He also got a lovely subtle "strawberry" linen style blind. Alas, as we have two windows, the less than subtle bright green blind that he also bought was duly banished to the wardrobe, with the Power Nap device.

    Now it took peep 3 coats of paint over the next 3 days to cover the various shades of purple, and to his credit he covered every last blackcurrenty bit of it, well every last bit, bar an area behind the bedside table which he had just painted around, clearly them old habits die hard! All in all I think I was lucky to get him that far, and we do now have matching walls (almost) and a singularly singular strawberry blind, with a promise of one more to come, in PINK!

   Now the irony is, (and despite all my best efforts) with the pictures rehung in the room, in most lights you don't really see the pink at all! Wowser!

Hmm....maybe purple would've been better..........?




21 comments:

  1. Well sweet bootyful Erin, ya' know what would be da bestest medicine of all? You purrin' happily beside or even on top of your peep. We're certain dat's da bestest medicine fur a peeps cold. As fur your decoratin' issue, we live in a rented 'pawrtment, so we can't change such things as wall color. But let me tell ya', it's somethin' dat should be done fur sure. Even our mommy agrees. And she actually asked ifin she could paint at least a small mural on da bedroom wall. She is a painter, so it wouldn't be trashy. But alas...So at least there's dat. You can change your color palette when ya' want. MOL Big hugs

    Luv ya'

    Dezi and Raena

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    1. HI Dezi, Hi Raena. I'm not a great one for balancing on peep, too wobbly! Heres hoping you get to do a spot of decorating of your own, as it sure lifts the spirits!
      Purrs, ERin

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  2. ERin; a wee bit oh trout soop will cure de peepz rite up; N tell yur dad we noe all
    two well de wall paperz woez & de ....what de be jezuz iz THAT color .....it shirley doez
    knot look like what waz in de store !!! { de food gurl tried ta paint a lite beige over dark greeenee bloo onze...can ya count de gallonz used...... } ☺☺☺♥♥♥

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    1. Trout soup sounds very yummy, I shall send peep out forthwith to plumb the depths of our moat in search of a tout.... failing that will sardines do?
      Purrs, Erin

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  3. Well Erin, you will always look pretty in pink!

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    1. Thank you, Brian, you're clearly a Gentlecat of good taste.
      Purrs, Erin

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  4. Your peep has the cold? Been there. Done that. Mine is still snifflin' a bit and to tell you the truth, I think she's fakin' it. Yup, I think she's tryin' to milk it for what it's worth...

    Milk... Cream... Mmmm...

    Purrs,
    Seville

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    1. Hmm, I never thought about peep being a faker... doesn't that involve snakes and some sort of a flute?
      Purrs, Erin

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  5. Erin, a Princess's palace should reflect her beauty and position (obviously). It sounds like you walked into a palace decorated by your Kraken ;) Thank goodness your Peep has you! You and Bear should go into the redecoration business ... you'd be rich and be able to afford mouse and tasty whole chicken farms galore :)

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    1. Hmm, could be a very interesting proposition Princess and Princess, decorators to the rich and famous! OK I'm sold on it. Now has Bear any overalls?
      Purrs, Erin

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  6. The blog is looking amazing! We love how it looks and the para's all readable and everything. TOTALLY Looking brilliant!

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    1. Thank you, we have been trying to follow your advice, though peep doesnt always get it right.
      Purrs, Erin

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  7. There's nothing worse than having a sick human. But that means more nip mice for you, Erin!

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    1. Oooh! I didn't know they were mandatory with colds? I shall send peep out to get some straight away! Purrs, Erin

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  8. Very nice flashback post, I wasn't following you back then- I would have, but I didn't know about you until you were nominated for an award. XO

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    1. Thank you, I was very much finding my way back then, and still am really. It was wonderful to be nominated and very much a surprise, but we have some great friends who make everything worthwhile and so much fun. Purrs Erin XO

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  9. Oh no Erin, your peep is poorly, get lemons and lots of them - no not to throw at your peep, but to juice and drink! If there's any nip mice left, we can meet on the A46 and we'll swap mew a few bags of Grumpy Humpy's freeze-dried nip??? MOL Purrs Basil & CO xox [use the semaphore flags and Smooch & Sauce can be there in a jiffy]

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  10. It was fun reading one of your first posts! You did a great job in selecting pink. I used to have pink walls in my childhood bedroom. You can bet that the parental units painted over the walls as soon as I headed off for college! MOL! Hope your peep is feeling better.

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    1. Thank you. Pink is my fav colour, subtle and not too bright, a hint of spring cherry blossom. Peep puts up with it for me, and says all colours, like those of cats , are equal, and it is what is in our hearts that makes us the difference. The peep can be very deep when stuck in bed with a cold! Purrs Erin

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  11. Mices! you had to "care" for your human?? Well, I certainly hope you delivered to him as he delivers to you, na' mean??

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    1. Yup, seems like I have to turn my paw to everything these days, but not shopping or cooking. It has to be my way, raw and running, or nothing else! MOL
      Purrs, ERin

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