attack sheep

September 16, 2013

a long time ago when the world was fresh and green, i set off from my childhood home to begin a new life... living alone. at a time when most young folks sought late nights and endless parties, i was seeking a quiet space to myself. i confess, i have never really been able to shake that love of being alone. the silence of it, and the way things tend to grow in silence. 

not being quite self-sufficient, my dad often came to rescue with repairs, needed tools, a rather astonishing christmas present of nearly a dozen extension cords. (and while i accepted them with a sort of bemusement, over the years they have proven to be endlessly useful. he always knew.) one day he came armed not with tools, but with two stuffed sheep, one tucked under each arm. not little sheep. sheep the size of dogs. my confused look was met with a simple explanation. "they're attack sheep." apparently, he was not one to leave his youngest unguarded. 

and while the two attack sheep have not stayed with me over the years (seriously, they were big)... the idea has. so i will be offering small attack sheep to guard home, hearth and heart. and while they are scaled down in size from the original behemoths, i can assure you these funny little symbols of love & safety are made with full-scale protection powers.

xo. r

3 notes:

  1. these are too stinkin' adorable. Just love them.

  2. I love your story, and think your inclination to silence to be wise. But, I do find it very sad indeed that you didn't keep the very ones that your dad so lovingly conceived of, made or acquired, and gave to you. Yet, I understand that you, of course, had to do what seemed best in this regard; I am only expressing my own heartfelt reaction upon reading your lovely story. Thank you so much for sharing it with all of us. It is a wonderful example of tender support.