What about shear heaven, though? What could you describe as shear heaven? Hm. Imagine a quilter walking into a store that sold scissors exclusively ("Wow, I'll take one of each! This certainly is shear heaven!"). Or perhaps a sheep getting a hair cut in the summertime ("Yeah, man, this summer 'do is shear heaven. That wool coat was killing me in this heat! I must have lost 15 pounds in that sauna!"). Certainly a farmer would think it shear heaven harvesting his crops with a sharp new sickle. Now that I think about it, I could actually call my Robert Kaufman "Sofia" cotton lawn shear heaven as well, as it was very light and easy to cut!
I could go on and on, but, as I mentioned before, it is late and I really must go to bed. I don't think anyone reads this blog anyway, and I have an inkling that, if you have been reading it, you might not venture over any more after being subjected to such nonsense. Sorry. However, I will cling to the hope that my reader(s?) are also up way past their bedtime, and that my nonsense may appear at least a little sensical in light of the late hour. :D