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day of rest

Carnival over. A most enjoyable and successful event for Jam Tarts, ably assisted by Senior Co-Manager Rob. Not much stock left, and many orders taken. I believe a day of rest with some chocolate thrown in is on the cards.

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Credit: https://www.pinterest.com/best4bunny/sleeping-bunnies/

Have a great Sunday, everyone :)

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Rabbit: Take Two

When Alex was small, I once made her a rabbit. I found the pattern in a library book and it’s the nicest rabbit pattern I’ve ever come across – but I have no recollection of the original book nor do I wish to waste time by tracking it down – so, when it was time to make a rabbit for a friend’s new granddaughter, my only option was to undress and dismember Rabbit One in order to cut a new pattern.

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There she is, poor thing, headless, earless and naked as a jaybird.

Ta-da! Meet Rabbit Two, sporting a patchwork frock trimmed with pompoms and a silk headscarf.

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Now to re-attach Rabbit One’s head and ears, and hope I haven’t scarred her for life.

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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.

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Pic of white rabbit from glogster.

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Rabbit on the run

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.

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And it got done! Here it (he? she?) is, freshly stuffed, and checking out the originals on Janette’s post.

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She (feels right) then went to see who else lives here, and ended up having a little rest with a sheep on my bed.

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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?

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In lieu of being at a market this Sunday 2 December (which is also my daughter’s 19th birthday but she’s planned a picnic in Bainskloof with friends and sans parents so I’m not required), I’ve decided to have an Open Day at my home. I did this once before, two years ago, and it was a great success – I invited everyone I knew, including all my neighbours from the complex in which I live, and made one of those huge beer-box chocolate cakes and provided coffee and tea. ‘Cake and Mosaic’ had a great vibe because most of my neighbours are really really nice, plus I sold loads of mosaic mirrors and frames that, frankly, don’t always sell well at markets. Win win.

Now that pretty much all I do is craft, there’ll be other things for sale as well – lamps and lampshades, owls, rag-tag fairy lights, bags, crocheted jewellery, button bangles, bunting, etc. Shew – I’m like a little shop all by myself. (The little shop of horrors…!?)

What this really means, however, is that I AM NOW FORCED TO TIDY THE LOUNGE. I am ambivalent about this – it would indeed be bloody marvellous to have a space clear of crafting stuff and empty bottles and half-baked experiments, but it’s where to begin that’s the daunting prospect.

I’ll leave you with this rabbit which pitched up on my screen earlier. I like.

(image by artist and illustrator lisa congdon)

To be continued…

Every person’s worst enemy

I know I am not the only person who ever experiences self-doubt. Apart from the obvious, Why would he be interested in me with my stretch marks and crooked teeth?, or I’m sure they’ll never hire me over that sexy 25-year old MBA graduate, there is also the one where you give up before you’ve even started: There’s really no point in trying to write a novel/ learn to quilt/ design your own clay bowl because you’re useless and everyone else has already done it better. Don’t even waste your time, budget brains.

So, as I plan my day of last-minute preparations for our Open Day tomorrow, I find I am having to contend with that sarcastic, self-deprecating voice in my head that says, No-one will want to buy anything you’ve made, fool, it’s too average. In an effort to squash it, to kick it in the guts with all my strength, I took a little wander around my flat and took pictures of just a few of the things I own which other people have made, and which I love .

In random order: a ceramic jug, a lino cut, a knitted teddy bear (made by Anne), a porcelain doll with crocheted clothes that used to belong to my dad when he was small, a painted plate, a woodcarving from Bali, a decoupaged hook holder, a felt rabbit, a mosaic heart (by Francois Kolver), and a clay pot.

Perhaps the people who made these also sometimes wondered what the hell they thought they were doing. Yet here these things are, validated by my choice and ownership of them, and representing so much more than just their material selves.

Right, shoulders back, chin up. Let me go and give a final rub to those mosaic mirrors.

To be continued…