One of the things I love about staying in a beach house is that there are always oddities that the owners obviously feel no holiday home should be without, and in this case it was this weird ice cream scoop. It was downright creepy, not to mention it was mildly obscene as it felt a bit wrong to be holding it around its weird little bulging body parts, plus its feet are reminiscent of butts... so all round a strange inclusion, but hey whatever floats the owner's boats right. All in all it was a pretty decent break, a jigsaw was started and not finished, books were read, candy was consumed, rubbish was talked, beaches were walked, we got lost, we grumbled about the rain, we watched crap tv, and some good, we chatted, and annoyed each other and played small but gloriously childish pranks, and chased every bit of sun we could find, but there were two things that dominated... one was the weird little ice cream guy, and the other was a bloody pinball machine.
Renting a beach house which has weird acoustics which also had the oh so charming existence of a pinball machine smack bang in the middle of the bloody house, meant I was constantly woken up from my naps by the rather disconcerting feeling that I had in fact been asleep on top of said pinball machine. It was loud!!! Like scary loud which meant the soundtrack for the week was the not so joyous sound of pings, slaps, that weird flapper/flipper sound, bongs, and raised voices and taunts being levelled at each other by Sinus and Phantom... I swear sometimes it is like having two toddlers in the house not a father and adult daughter. Phantom showed quite the aptitude for it, and Sinus had his competitive streak in full view as they had epic battles outdoing each other, flinging taunts and teasing with abandon, not to mention one fabulous example of family harmony which resulted in me banning them both from playing for at least an hour and sending them to opposite ends of the house. I was allowed one game, which lasted all of two seconds, and then I was forever prohibited from repeating such embarrassment. No taunts were issued, they just said I was to never do that again in their presence.... ever... bit harsh really
Of course they didn't play pinball the whole time, and the beach was explored whenever the sun came out, but Sinus decided to bring along the ice cream scoop. Seriously, that is weird right... anyway I had made the mistake of reminding him that friends of ours take a garden gnome on holidays... which is genius in my mind... and he decided that we too needed a mascot, so creepy ice cream scoop came on our walks. not just on our walks,but he was photographed along the way. Sinus ignored our protests that he would look weird walking along with an ice cream scoop, and of course he not only bought it along, and photographed it, but he also had the scoop chatting to us... dead weird... but some great photos came out of it
and no one can say Sinus doesn't commit to a shot because that sand was cold...
Weird ice cream scoop even kept me company while I did the only sketch of the trip. It was a very quick one, as I am not great at public sketching at the best of times, but add in the whole weird scoop sitting near you and chatting to you and it was quite the thing really.
I tried edging away from him, to try to distance myself from the weirdness, but Sinus kept moving him closer so in the end I gave up and just dashed off a quick sketch and retreated to the car... at least holidays are never boring I suppose and best of all creepy ice cream scoop is back in the drawer where he belongs.
happy painting all...xx