No, it’s not asparagus. This is 1) next year’s “Mr. July” from “Men of Houndstooth,” 2) a shepherd, or 3) a textbook example of why you shouldn’t needlepoint in the same color as your backing material. Surprisingly, the answer is “Mr. July,” which is not to say that there’s some truth to #2 and #3. Because white sheep on a white background become strange, ghostly creatures that resemble points of hellish blue radiance staring out of the dark void of space.
gaze into the sheep…
Not knowing much about sheep, I’m unsure if those are big black ears, or flippers. The poor thing could be shoved upside down, waving its phalanges about in the air trying to right itself, for all I know. Being amorphous clouds of white on white, they work equally well upside down as right side up. Not very, either way. Free yourself, little sheep!
What an odd little gnome. I’d give good money to know what you call that sort of sweeping man-skirt he’s wearing. It’s rather bell-like, or merrily conical. And he’s found another one of those void-sheep I see. This one’s spiralling out of the infinite darkness to feed on his elbow. Better you than us, brave shepherd.
Not even sheep respect a shoe like that. Granted, the lift he gets when he plays hacky-sack with the corner kids is phenomenal, but you really only see that kind of toe in the magical worlds of Renaissance Festivals and needlepoint. Please don’t wear that. The sheep keep snickering.
Savers, South Lamar, Austin