I'm not being funny. Or symbolic. Or metaphysical.
But how I wish I was.
The Dancer got sick yesterday and spiked a high fever. At bedtime she was still lounging on the couch listless when she realized she had to throw up.
There was a nice big bowl waiting for her. But when you're sick you're a little off- including your aim.All the yuck landed on our beautiful, snowy white sheepskin rug.
As if it isn't insulting enough to have people trounce around all over your hide after you're dead, now the poor dead sheep has be puked on, as well.
I think I heard it give an indignant bleet from sheep heaven. (I hear the grass is lovely there)
So how does one clean a sheepskin rug?
Yeah, great question. You mostly don't.
I had to borrow a friend's very nice washing machine and do the best I could.
The rug came out clean, but matted and sad looking. (Imagine a sheep in a rain storm)
So yesterday I had to plunk down money for a steel dog brush (anyone need a dog brush?) and spent hours carding wool.
Can't remember the last time I felt so domestic.
The rug, however, is delightfully fluffy and and I got to say that my child puked on a dead sheep which just doesn't happen every day.
Sometimes you take what you can get...