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Goat Portrait on Blue | Note Card
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GT-02
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- Card is 4 1/4" x 5 1/2" and blank inside.
- There is a little story on the back, which you can read below.
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Goat people: this here card is for you. You need one for yourself, and also 37 to send to all the other goat people on your goat-serve list. You do. It is as simple as that. And well now, if you are not a goat person, it is about time you became one, because the best of people are goat people, and the first step is to get yourself a small portrait of a goat, and this here card is such an economical way to acquire said portrait. So you need a copy of this here card, too. You do. It is as simple as that.
Other Things You Might Like to Know: The original artwork is gouache and graphite | © 2017 Melinda Nettles | Designed and printed in Oregon, USA | Paper by Neenah and envelopes by Mohawk are minimum 30% Post-consumer recycled content and FSC® Certified |
The Back Story:
Mabel Lee had been a sensible goat, kind as can be and loved by all. At least according to the family lore, which as everyone knows is reliable only so far as it goes, so you can take your own choice about what to make of it. Anyhow, after Mabel Lee’s passing, Mrs. Fortrum made sure that her portrait, which had been painted as a promotion for Fortrum’s Satisfying & Decadent Goat Cheeses back when Mable Lee was in her prime, was hung smack centered above the sideboard in the formal dining room, flanked by candles, adorned in early summer with blooming sweet-pea vines, followed later in the year by drifts of those giant flowers dill gets going in the height of pickling season and, at the end of summer, when everyone, including Bartholomew* the stout orange tabby cat, is fairly wilting in the heat, vases of those smallish sunflowers you find growing beside the road and some would pass on by without the slightest notice, but which Mrs. Fortrum cultivated in their hundreds in the side garden. Around the Winter Holidays there were of course fir boughs and those little red berries, and perhaps a pot of orchids brought in from the Orangerie. So whatever you make of the family lore, it is the truth to say that Mable Lee would forever be the heart and soul of the Fortrum household, year in and year out linking them all to the cycle of the seasons. Thanks Mable Lee, kind as can be an loved by all. *Ever So Important Note: When Bartholomew was much younger and not nearly so rickety, he had of course been known to torment Mabel Lee, sneaking up from behind and letting out an ear-splitting yowl to make her jump straight up in the air like a week-old lamb. But don’t you fret, it was all in good fun. Mable Lee was fond of Bartholomew just the same, and soon took to outdoing him at his own game. Catching him snoozing on the back porch, she’d tiptoe up and bleat right into his big orange ear, and he’d find himself halfway up the old black walnut tree before he’d even stopped dreaming... |