It had, in fact, been a tough morning. It's The Christmas Season, and I stupidly chose this time to clean the office studio. I got to the Shelf of Memories, the shelf where I put all the stuff I've had forever and the stuff that my mother had--you know, the yellowed ivory gavel she had as an officer in Rainbow Girls, and the little wooden heart carved with her name when she was tiny, and the birth announcement they made when I was born and my childhood dog's baby teeth. That kind of stuff.
It's exhausting. I'm almost done, but now I need help. I need someone who either 1) loves goats or 2) has thing for old china figurines, no matter their state of being or 3) loves old broken stuff or 4) is just a sucker for salvaging things to give these guys a home (the daddy goat is 2" high at his horns, if that matters):
The daddy goat is missing three of his legs, bless his heart. He can stand up if he leans on the others.The momma goat is missing part of a horn. The baby goat is just fine, but it can't go on without its parents. These make me sad, for some reason, every time I see them. I want them to go somewhere where they'll make someone happy. Maybe embedded in resin in a project. Maybe in a collection of other unfortunate animals. They're about 45 years old, so they're actually doing pretty well, you know?
Anyway, if you'll give them a home, I'll wrap them up and ship them to you and love you forever. XO
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I would love to have the Rice. We have real goats on our farm. Three of them. Seems like all of our living critters are challenged in some way so those little guys would fit right in.
Bless you! Please send me your mailing address--ricefz at gmail or the one provided in the link on the home page.
Thank you very much, address sent.
what a delight!!!!!!!!!
Glad they found a new home!!!!!!!!
I just told my son and husband that I was having three little goats delivered here in the next week or so and they are freaking out. LOL Well hubby drives over 200 miles for real pigs so I owe him one.
I was just going to say a mixed media artist would do wonders with them so nice to know they'll have a new home.
And they lived happily ever after....
I love a happy ending!
Marilyn the art appreciator
Sweet Baby Jesus! We must be related. I have an black enameled box lid lined in red velvet no less. There is no bottom to this creation. Just a lid with the most georgeous, elegant Beatrix Potter gilt hare atop. Its akin to those beloved goats of yours. Everything needs a forever home, Love, Annie J
I really enjoyed following this post and comments. I know the feeling of having something, but it is not bringing me joy, but I can't get rid of it. Watching it play out through the comments and having it be such a good match for Jude was great. Maybe it will make it easier to part with unwanted items.
Funny they make you sad; well as a social worker I loved the story. They are holding their own, the whole family has been adopted and the baby goat can now have some support...
love your blog.
I think they began to make me sad long ago when my own tiny family fell apart and everything felt broken, you know? So that taint of sadness kind of stayed with these guys because I couldn't "fix" them. But all is well now--they're boxed up and ready to hit the road to live with Jude and Real Live Goats! What could be cooler than that?
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