Sometimes It Just Hits You Square In The Face.

The Sheep had a bit of an epiphany tonight. I was knitting merrily away on Son Of Skinny Scarf, that o-so-simple, super-satisfying project and imagining the joy of winding it around my Sheepy little neck. I then decided to take a close up shot of the product. When I viewed the image, it hit me like a b*&ch slap in a bar fight: I am not a classy girl. I lack culture. I prefer frozen pizza over filet mignon, cartoons over documentaries, Hip Hop over NPR. I will never stroll the Louvre and "get it," I shall never be overheard saying something like, "this is a perky little vintage from the South of France." It will just never happen.

Said revelation-inducing accessory is made from StyleCraft Amore and is in a deep purply shade with lots of little fluffy nubbins poking out at various intervals. These nubbins are in varying shades of hot pink and "other purple." I simply love it. It's fun, it's kicky...and it sure ain't Rowan!!!

And to top it all off: my flannel "sheep in track shoes" PJs. Yup, I'm ready for dinner at the White House!!!

I'm really OK with who I be. If I ever wanted to be a more cultured lady, I can't recall the day. I'm a simple Sheep, living my simple life and knitting with yarn that makes me smile. Take that, Vogue!!!

Here's to doing what makes you happy!

SA