It started simply enough, J was shopping, it was near Easter, and he saw cute little stuffed animal sheep, he put it in the basket, the cashier thought is was a bag of cotton balls. One sheep, led to another, and another, someplace along the way they became larger, huggable size. I have lost count of how many we have - a nice flock of house sheep.
Twice when we have been traveling a stuffed sheep in the window of a shop has enticed me to stop and shop. If they have sheep, they must be nice people. One was in Ireland, I bought a nice handmade leather change wallet, that I carry everyday. For that one, I drove past, made a U turn and went back. Then there was this one in Iceland. The first evening they had already closed, we stopped the next evening on our way to dinner - more shopping.
I guess I am easy, if you want me to stop in, put a pretty sheep in the window.
There are worse things to collect I suppose and I may have collected worse in my time.
ReplyDeleteWere they warm and fuzzy
DeleteYou’d make lots of stops in Bergen, Norway. I don’t collect sheep, but one of our cousins does. They would be easy to get hooked on.
ReplyDeleteA place to go.
DeleteI think they'd look cozy.
ReplyDeletefluffy
DeleteOh goodness, this one looks so cuddly.
ReplyDeletei would make room for him
DeleteThat is one handsome ram!
ReplyDeletethank you
DeleteI like a couple quirky pieces in the house...so that sheep would be welcoming. I'd buy it.
ReplyDeleteIt starts with just one sheep, and before you know it,
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