Monday, February 06, 2006

Why "Black Sheep?"

Good Question.... Lot's of reasons, perhaps not the ones you would think,but the truth is, it fits. I married into a huge family, and as an only child.....well, you can imagine that I have never fit in very well. Even now, after nearly 28 years, I still feel, well, like the outsider. Let's face it, when you've grown up in a small nuclear family and jump headlong into a family of 8, plus 5 step siblings, three sets of grandparents, aunts and uncles too numerous to count, the transition is not all sunshine on roses. I've always felt like the black sheep, not because I'm the naughty one,(not all the time anyway) but because I just don't blend in with the rest very well. I am in the midst of a love affair with wool, knitting and everything that fits in that basket. There are baskets of wool spilling over in my family room, a box full in the closet, catalogs and patterns and projects galore, books and magaziznes and links on my get the idea. When a knitter hears "yarn," the thought of sheep can't be far away, and what would be cuter than a black sheep? I used to drive by a house that kept sheep on my way to work each day and one spring they had tiny black lamb. I would slow down on my commute look for him, watch him graze and stare back at me, see him play in the grass and run to his mother for protection. The black sheep gave me something to look forward to. Even now, the thought of sheep makes me dream of wooly projects, the possibilities are endless. Shepherds (so I've heard) use black sheep to keep track of the size of their flock. For every one hundred sheep, just one will be black, so if you count the black sheep in the field you have a pretty good idea of the total number of sheep. There is a story in the Bible about a shepherd who finds he is missing one of his sheep, he leaves the 99 to search for the one lost lamp and finding it, joyfully returns to the flock. I like to think that it was the black sheep that was missing. I think it speaks volumes, not only about our value, but if indeed it was the black sheep who had wandered off, it proves that it is the unique among us that leave a vacuum when they are missing. It is good to be one of a kind. And so here we are, launching a new blog (scary thought) and opening a new door into the community of knitters, readers, mothers, wives, bloggers, anyone who wants to drop in and be a part of my life. Join the flock :)


At 2/06/2006 03:25:00 PM, Anonymous evan boerger said...

hey.. nice i like it.. yeah i kinda feel the same way.. cause im the only boy in my extended family all of my cousins are girls.. but yeah.. my mum is gettin in to knitting too.. she made me some gloves for christmas which are out of control.. they are way big but fun.. she is workin on socks now.. but yeah..

At 2/06/2006 10:57:00 PM, Blogger Angela the great said...

Well, I am not a knitter, wife, mother, or bloger however I thoroughly enjoy reading yours about all of these subjects. Thanks for the entertaining read, enjoy your day!!!

At 2/08/2006 02:10:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

my dog looks uncomfortable. but i must say darn good-looking. must take after his master. anyhow i love the blog and would like to see more.

At 2/08/2006 04:05:00 PM, Anonymous Chery said...

I agree with the 'black sheep' story, the lost one probably was black. I'm a black sheep, also. My family is all different (mostly) than me. Good luck with the new blog.

At 2/11/2006 07:15:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well as a dad of 9 kids I have always thought of you as an independent thinker, but never as a black sheep. I have always admired your ability to live and enjoy living with my son. You seem to always enjoy life to it's fullest and this blog is just another way of expressing your love of life and new challenges.
Keep up the great works!
Love Dad
PS Kramer the knitted dog must be saying, "Why the hell did you do that to me?"


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