I have an awful lot of things to be thankful for.
But this Thanksgiving, I’m giving thanks for my sheeps.
That might seem silly, but you see, I’ve had a thing for sheep from a long time back.
Long before I learned to knit, or spin.
Before I even really made the connection between wool and sheep.
I think I was about 9 or 10 when it started.
I saw a stuffed sheep toy in a shop window in downtown West Dundee, Illinois.
Beau Peep was the sheep that kicked off the craziness.
And then for a number of years, for every holiday or occasion, I was gifted stuffed sheep of all shapes and sizes.
I no longer have the original “Peep”, but I do retain a few distinctive members of my childhood flock.
It was only once I learned to knit, then spin, and started falling down the wool-lined rabbit hole that it all came together for me.
When I was younger I felt I never had a good answer for the question “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
But the clues were all there.
So I’m thankful to be able to have my very own sheep friends after all this time.
It feels like it’s where I’m supposed to be.
Wishing you all a very happy Thanksgiving!
