I finished up work on the third of the vintage rabbits this week. I'm aware of my personal bias in this situation, but I still think he's super cute. I think I'm allowed to say that, right?
This is the last of my long-hoarded stash of wool flannel and I am already kicking myself for not having gotten more when we were in California for the holidays. So. Not. Smart. It is the best stuff ever and stitches up like magic. Plus, whenever I make something out of it, Dan invariably says "Wow. That's a really nice one." This probably doesn't sound like the ultimate high praise to most of you out there, but it should be said that under normal circumstances he has his nose buried in a medical textbook and doesn't have a whole lot of mental energy for my endless crafting madness, let alone commentary on the results. Like I said, this wool is magic fabric.
I also managed to get most of two other rabbits put together this weekend; part of a custom order of three that I'll share photos of when I have them all finished. Mariam and I listened to cooking podcasts (more about this later- they deserve their own post!) while I stitched away and she played with her farmhouse on the floor next to my project table. Pretty enjoyable weekend, actually.
However, a problem has now arisen. I'm not a doctor, and I don't play one on television, but I'm pretty sure I've got strep throat. Awesome.