I swore I wouldn’t get sucked into spinning.
I stole that photo from Sachi. This one, too.
I’m using the small photos so you won’t be able to tell how lousy I am at this.
Lena Linoleum did a lot of needle felting this past week, and turned out this beauty for me:
Sheep! Sheep with butth0le!
Sheep with n1pples!
I made the sheep a shelf on which to perch in my office.
Every time I look at the sheep, I am reminded of one of my favorite stories,The Little Prince.
“If you please–draw me a sheep . . .”
When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey. Absurd as it might seem to me, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in danger of death, I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper and my fountain-pen. But then I remembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history, arithmetic and grammar, and I told the little chap (a little crossly, too) that I did not know how to draw. He answered me:
“That doesn’t matter. Draw me a sheep . . .”