We’re very partial to rabbits around here. Rob has a silver playboy bunny on a chain round his neck (which I gave him!). Alex had a baby dwarf rabbit when she was five, but before I’d had time to buy a hutch some hungry predator must have spotted him. I had a rabbit when I was a little girl in Blackpool, I remember going to the pet shop with my parents. My mother said What are you going to call it? I said Rose. She said You can’t call a rabbit Rose. Sooty is better. Not long after that, we emigrated to South Africa but Sooty couldn’t come with us.
Pic of white rabbit from glogster.
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While there’s no guarantee that an item on my To Do list will ever actually get ticked off, it has to at least be on the list to stand any chance at all. I’ve been wanting to make one of Janette’s rabbits ever since I saw them (here), so yesterday’s list had a “Rabbit” entry.
And it got done! Here it (he? she?) is, freshly stuffed, and checking out the originals on Janette’s post.
She (feels right) then went to see who else lives here, and ended up having a little rest with a sheep on my bed.
The last I saw of her was at about 9.30 last night, when Rob was leaving after having supper with me (Moroccan chicken* and rice with lentils, in case you’re curious). His goodbyes were quite hurried and I couldn’t help noticing an unusual rabbit-shaped bulge under the left shoulder of his t-shirt. And when I went to bed later, the sheep was alone.
I must thank Janette from The Green Dragonfly for her lovely pattern and tutorial, with such brilliant instructions. All her patterns and projects are always absolutely gorgeous, and sometimes I just scroll through them to remind myself of all the other things I should add to my lists. Although, I see I still have a “cat” entry from yesterday’s list… maybe later, after the laundry…
* I cheated a bit, using Ina Paarman’s Tomato and Chili Coat-and-Cook sauce. I’m sure the addition of a pinch of cumin made the dish authentically north African?
Bye for now…