That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for April 09, 2021

Toby the dog kept thinking to himself, “they might like this boring but I could be chasing squirrels.”

Now receiving transmission from planet Xontar IV.

Mabel and Edith were so absorbed in themselves that they didn’t realize that Betty-Lou had run off, leaving her hat in her place.

Ok. The couple in yesterdays painting were a tad strange, but they looked like they were having fun with their lives. These are two ladies are about die of terminal normalness

“Oh Eloise, it’s fake news that the sun causes cancer.”

Mary wore her most stylish hat with her stylish dress as she sat stylishly in her stylish garden her stylish friend

♪♫"We’re busy doin’ nothin’

Workin’ the whole day through

Tryin’ to find lots of things not to do

We’re busy goin’ nowhere

Isn’t it just a crime

We’d like to be unhappy, but

We never do have the time"♪♫

—Jimmy Van Heusen / Johnny Burke

“I’ve never mentioned this before, but your shins are really short.”

" In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo…."

" Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?"

’And would it have been worth it, after all,

After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,

Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,

Would it have been worth while,

To have bitten off the matter with a smile,…."

“We have lingered in the chambers of the sea

By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown

Till human voices wake us, and we drown."

—T.S. Eliot

Dolores would throw shade on her friend Eunice but the hat beat her to it! (P.s. the dog in Eunice’s lap resembles my dog Zooey and by extension my avatar…)

“Heather, the next time you take a moonlight walk with that hat, people are going to think you are a flying saucer.”

Jane should have known that there was a catch when Smithon’s Furs & Bed Covers made such a nice offer for her to model their summer 1921 collection.

They’ve agreed that it is rather funny/ that they both were born far from money / but both managed to “score”/ though one was a whore/ and the other a Playboy bunny.

Before you even inquire/what motives my “labors” inspire/ as older I’ve grown/ my efforts have shown/ that I was born to retire!

a couple of barbie dolls playing tea party…

Beats being in an office all day.

First time I read that as “get a JAB”

“in about 10 seconds I’m going to smack her silly. I asked her to pass my hat 3 times now.”

Little miss ‘sunshine’ and her shady friend.

She went to the fields at the peak of spring bloom with the only one who could make it bearable; her Auntie Histamine.

People from Treasury are all work: during Sunday brunch they ponder the advisability of another rate increase.

With their Easter bonnets, waiting for the Easter Parade…

Evie smelled something funny, glanced at her friend and asked, “Did you fart?” Bella, looking dignified in her hat, smiled and said, “Why yes I did!”

Given the choice of this, or watching golf on TV, they chose…..

Now, if you had a bosom like mine you wouldn’t need your hat to shade the dog.

Gunga Din. A hard poem to read these days.

The painter is here. Why do they still have their clothes on?

“Weekend? What is a weekend?” Lady Violet Grantham.

Janice is wondering what Lorna is up to… “She looks so smug, sitting there petting that damn dog.”

Lorna is content sitting in the shade, fondly remembering last night’s little dalliance with Roger, Janice’s husband.

Bring back the woman with the 6 oranges, please.

“I find it difficult to enjoy the sweet fragrance of the flowers when you bring that gassy dog to tea”

“That’s not gas – it’s decomposition. He’s been dead for weeks now.”

Tea is much more boring when it includes a dog that’s snoring in the mor-or-ornin’

“Toast and Marmalade for Tea” (Tin Tin)

Tea Time or In the Garden: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Henry_Caro-Delvalle_-_Tea-time_2.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this painting.

 

It is actually by the French artist Jacques Jean Raoul Jourdan (1880 - 1916). Since he died in 1916, I changed the date to before 1916. I couldn’t find any online information about him other than his life span. Maybe those who speak French can. First work by him, or the artist Mr. Melcher attributed it to, used here.

 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2682 (April 8, 2021) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvnhodcB62g

I always read the comments a day late so I can get them all. Yesterday was epic! You guys make this comic one of the most entertaining on gocomics! I love you all.

Having already eaten her own hat-flowers, Sarah contemplates eating Gracie’s.

“Well, yes, I suppose you could be in more shade if I threw a blanket over you. But you could just go inside.”

Or maybe waste day after day at an (other than basic subsistence, if that) meaningless job for the rest of our lives?

Yeah, that’s probably how it’ll play out…

The deals at the lampshade store were better than at the milliner’s shop.

I have measured out my life with sets of curls/ (as a lad, I thought that might impress the girls)/ but the girls (I quickly learned)/ were impressed by what men earned/ and cared little for the poor but muscled churls..

When I read the line about the ragged claws/ I confess, the image somewhat gave me pause/ and the thoughts of ancient seas/ leave me trembling (if you please)/ at the thought of monster sharks with monster jaws..

So I’ve bade a fond farewell to claw and fang/ and I’m sitting sipping with the garden gang/ with a doggie in my lap/ pumping out “poetic” crap/ and I’ll go out with a whimper, not a bang.

Ludmilla says is that a hat or a umbrella, Gracey?

that goes on the dog, it’s not a hat.

I grow old, I grow old/ I have rocked and I have rolled/ I have bought and I have sold/ I have traded toil for treasure, I have traded life for gold…

“I may have had too much wine, Griselda, but I don’t think this is an icing flower.

“Where is that snotty French waiter that said he be right back?”

I always seem to lose out to my sister, she sells oranges and has an exciting social life!