Monday, 19 January 2015

AryanStar ~ a hare for a Leveret

sometimes surprises come along and totally take your breath away

and I have never been more surprised than when an order came in late last year for a papa hare by a customer whose first name is ~ Leveret ~  !!

omg! a person called Leveret?!! yeah! really!

wow! I was totally floored!

for those of you who don't already know, a leveret is a baby hare, and I adore all things leveret and hare, why ofcourse I do!

and so after ascertaining Leveret's tastes and likes I rustled up a papa to suit

with deer, celtic symbolism, grey herringbone tweed and a lilac grey harris tweed, some sparkly xmas tinsel from my tree, and one sparkling brown eye and one glistening night-sky-blue eye

and after considering the rich information I had to work with, I sat with the beautiful hare for a while to consider his name, and since all my hares are named 'by the stars' - I waited for his name 'to come to me'

and ofcourse it did, and Leveret's hare was graced with a suitably beautiful name 


and I rustled up a neat fun story just for AryanStar

and printed it out and made it into a purdy lil book 

though, cause it was kinda special, and I was so excited about making a hare for a Leveret :) haha, I used the hardback cover of one of my old Russian books

and added some stuffs that reflected AryanStar's story

I always make sure to personalise my hare stories as much as possible
it is so much fun to write them!

infact if I am doing it correctly then they always write themselves 

I added some pics along with his story - those salt piles kinda look like stars eh, cause he was named after the Orion constellation

- every evening as I fall asleep I have the sparkling stars from the Orion constellation shining in my windows, looking over me -
and because Leveret loves the book The Never Ending Story, and the amulet in that is called Auryn, I sorta mixed the letters around to incorporate it into his hares name, Aryan, - (yeah, the u became an a), and the pronunciation is the same, -Orion-Aryan-  and added Star on - cause we all come from the stars!

so some more salt stars....

~ a hare for a Leveret ~ what could be more perfect? 

and omg! i jsut saw this on facebook tonight doing the rounds

a leveret of another sort - this one is a New Zealand rugby player - 

and honestly! I kid you not, he runs exactly like a hare!!!

(the resemblance is uncanny!)
(and he's kinda cute too!)


AryanStar was inspired by Leveret's love of The Never Ending Story and anthropology - best you go grab a coffee and make yourself comfy,  enjoy...

Papa Hare AryanStar

One very cold night a new baby came into the world. It was an early winter’s evening and the stars blanketed the whole night’s sky as he made his appearance. His mother gasped in disbelief when she first saw him but got to work immediately licking him dry with her soft tongue lest he get a chill. As soon as she was done she bundled him into her warm underbelly and gave him his very first meal. AryanStar guzzled and suckled away and soon he was fast asleep amongst her fur with only the slightest bit of his little rump showing. And em, it was a very unusual rump at that and mama just sat there and stared and stared at it the whole night long. Because it was the first time she had ever seen a leveret with a ridge of fur on his rump. And not just any ridge of fur, but a very pronounced ridge of fur, my my! And not just any very pronounced ridge of fur but a sparkly silvery very pronounced ridge of fur, goodness gracious me! Not to mention the unusual markings on his hindquarters too.
By morning mama had managed to collect herself, having spent the whole night staring and exclaiming, and was now nearly sort of over her astonishment of her baby’s fur. She was rather tired and suppressed a yawn, unlike AryanStar who had slept soundly the whole night and on first light peered up at her, smiled then squeaked ‘mama’. Mama softly patted his head and whispered AryanStar, and upon hearing his name he grinned in delight.

Last night, not a few minutes after mama had licked him dry one of the stars from the well known Orion constellation fell to earth and brought with it his name, as it is a well known hare fact that all baby hares are named by the stars and that the stars give them their names not long after they are born. The mamas just have to be a little patient at times and wait for it to arrive. Anyway, mama knew there and then that her leveret would be called Orion, from the hunter constellation, as no hares ever leave earth when it is visible in the night’s sky and so it protects the hares from hunters, from all hunters, and there are many, many hunters of hares. And she also knew that because her baby had that astonishing and very, very unusual sparkly silvery pronounced ridge of fur on his back, and those interesting squirly markings on his flanks, that that was really part of a star in him, and his name would have to reflect that, and so she named him OrionStar.
Only unbeknown to her, mama had gotten the spelling slightly wrong.
Not to worry, the stars would see to it that her leveret would get it right later on when he was able to read and write.

A few days later mama took him out for his first excursion. It was pleasant and sunny and even slightly warm, so they meandered slowly along the meadow and mama pointed out this and that and that and this. AryanStar gasped and paused and smiled and smiled and paused and gasped. There were just so many, many exciting things in the world!
Then, very strangely, they came across an unattended picnic blanket. Goodness!
Mama blinked in surprise and looked around her, surely it must be a mistake? No-one in their right mind would be having a picnic in winter. Good grief.
Anyway, she surely wasn’t going to waste any time and let an opportunity fall by the wayside, so she immediately got to work and started poking nosily about, sniffing the folded newspaper, glancing at the jackets, turning the wicker basket over to see what fell out.
AryanStar immediately darted inside the wicker basket and mama heard him let out a small gasp. He was in there for quite a while before emerging with a stash of long smoothly shaped white things in his paws. His fur was smeared in something and he smelled simply awful. Never-the-less he bundled the things into a sheet of torn newspaper and eagerly licked his paws with satisfaction. Then started on his fur, licking it over and over and over, smacking his lips closed every single time, completely enjoying himself.

Meanwhile mama went over to the jackets and gripping the corner of one with her big strong teeth she dragged the heavy lump across the blanket to see what treasures lay underneath it, or fell out of the pockets. Mama had never failed to be surprised yet.
And today was her lucky day, because lo and behold, as the jacked slithered across the blanket it revealed a very strange and unusual looking book nestled underneath it.
Mama was about to inspect it but before she got there AryanStar had spotted it and raced over first, his heart beating wildly. He squealed up at mama and hopped about madly, yes yes yes! he wanted this big thing. So mama grimaced a little as she shoved the book with a paw. It was rather indeed very heavy, but she fashioned a rough bag out of the cloth lining inside the wicker basket, and slung the book over her shoulder. They would have plenty of opportunities in the summer to carry away the chocolates and cheese and crackers, but for today this book would suffice. AryanStar grabbed his newspaper packet with the awful smell things and they made their way slowly home, mama having to stop every few paces and rest to get her breath back with that huge book, the weight of an enormous boulder on her back.
Meanwhile AryanStar ran circles excitedly around her all the way home, his sparkly rump sparkling away.

Mama was hoping that the book had an interesting story and not filled with some hocus pocus nonsense about fantasy and strange things and all that kind of stuff. That would surely send her to sleep in no time, afterall she was the one having to do the reading.

That night AryanStar got mama to read the new book to him. When they had gotten home he had cleaned up his brand new collection of chicken bones and arranged them nicely on his bedroom shelf, then he had been watching the clock all day long, eagerly waiting for bedtime and his new story.
And that evening the little hare was not disappointed because it was indeed a very, very interesting story. Though mama’s reading was a tad bit annoying as she was continually yawning, tut tut. And she made a couple of comments about the strange smell in his room, and had he remembered to lick all his paws before bedtime, and wash behind his ears, because if you don’t, you know, the fur will get smelly. And with that mama looked at him enquiringly and wrinkled her nose.

And as mama read thru the rather long winded and sometimes repeating scenarios of the book, her leveret sat there contentedly and happily soaked it all up. He was particularly excited though when he heard about the special armlet, and then he mulled the name of it, Auryn, and then one evening he suddenly announced loudly and determinedly to mama that his name would now be spelled ‘AryanStar’ as it sounded nearly exactly the same as his star name and it would have those special letters from that special magical armlet in it. Amulet, mama corrected him. Armlet, AryanStar repeated.
And with that last utterance he fell fast asleep in mamas arms, a little smile on his furry lips.

That night though he had a restless sleep and dreamt of nothing. Well, it was the nothing actually, and he woke up in a sweaty-fur-stuck-all-together state and had big bags under his eyes. In the morning mama asked if he was okay and he shook his tiny head and was about to  say no, ofcourse not, and tell her about the nightmare and the nothing thing and how it was ghastly and nasty and awful and ugh, but then he stopped himself, because mama might stop reading the book to him.

Now that AryanStar is all grown up, though he’s not a real papa yet, but maybe one day, though he has done some leveret sitting and looking after smaller and younger things than him, anyway he can happily tell you that he has read the book, The Neverending Story at least 15 times. It could be more, but he long ago lost count. And every page is well-pawed, em, thumbed. It is his most favourite book ever and even mama grew to like it, because every now again he would read bits to her and his enthusiasm was rather infectious.
He is also very proud of his bone collection. He’s got an assortment of bones from all sorts of species that he’s found, scattered thru the meadow and down by the river’s edge and it wasn’t long before his shelf was overflowing with them, so he had to find another place to display them all. But no, mama definitely did not want any skulls peering at her from the livingroom display cabinet, so AryanStar had had to keep those ones in his bedroom.

AryanStar is looking forward to relaxing on your armchair by the French windows with a view to your garden. He sees that you have a very beautiful garden and he’s sure that there will be some bones of some sort out there for him to find and drag back in. He just has to rummage around in the leaf litter and by the edges of the fence to find them, he’s found that that is where most of them are. A few times he’s come across bones at least 20 times his size, and he’s absolutely certain that they are dinosaur ones, what with them being so big. And a few times he’s come across bones that even looked like hare ones, ugh! how ghastly, brrrrr! now that was scary!! But apart from that, he is so excited to think about digging around in your garden to see what’s in there.
What was that, you like bones too but not in that sort of way. What other way is there then, I mean, a bone is a bone after all and when you have them all laid out nicely on a shelf, well they just look so em, nice. And talking about shelves, how about your get rid of some of that clutter on that one over there so he can place his collection on them. Here, he will give you a paw to do the clearing, you go and grab a rubbish bag.
And he can also place his special little friend on there too.
Ages ago, when he was still tiny, mama came across some unusual material on a picnic blanket one day. Infact I do believe it was the lining of a jacket, and she must have just nibbled the seam then ripped a big swath off. Anyway, she stitched up a very special little ornament for him, sort of like one of those special toys that look really cute and that you want to hug and play with all the time, but you’re not allowed to. Well, this was a very special one because it was just like a little minature of him and even had a raised rump with sparkly shiny stuff on it. He thinks it was tinsel that mama used, but it will do. Not as nice as his rump ofcourse, but still, it will do. So, yes, a space on the shelf for this tiny RyanStar will be just grand.
And his book can have pride of place by his pillow, because every night he still reads it. He’s excited to know that you have read that book too. And he’s excited to know that you are studying it as well. He will gladly help you with your dissertation and give you his 2p worth. I mean, he’s read it well over 15 times, how many times have you read yours? And there’s no need to mention him in your credits, just pass off his wisdom as your own. He is your forever hare companion now, so what’s his, well, his opinion, is yours too. Oh, and you are doing a paper on bones as well. Hmm, how coincidental is that? So he knows a lot about them as well and can tell you exactly which meadow and field each and every piece came from. Um, excepting that piece over there, it came from a sort of different meadow that had rectangular shaped boulders in it, but please don’t be telling anyone about that, as the next day there were screaming people all over the place when they noticed the small hole he had made and the excavated dirt everywhere. It’s rather a nice bone isn’t it now? What do you think?

Infact he just had a thought, don’t you think it would it be a nice idea if he dragged his pillow up onto your bed and every night you read to him, then when he’s fast asleep you can carry him back over to his own tiny bed and tuck him in. Or even on the very cold nights how about you just pull the downy up over him and he can snuggle up with you. I mean if cats and dogs are allowed in beds, why on earth can’t hares be? It’s not like he’s gonna wet the bed or leave little surprises in it. Oh okay, maybe only 1 or 2, but hare surprises are like raisins, so they are easy to brush over the side and onto the carpet. Unless you get one underneath you, and then, oh my god, it’s like sleeping on a pea all night! What a pain that is.

So how about it then, he’s on page 1082, what page are you on in yours?

thank you :)

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Happy ....just because it's..? Ho Ho No!



sure you are!

and how can I not be happy when I have this torn off piece of last year's xmas card stuck on my wall, reminding me to be happy every day?

and when I can stop by my fav facebook page every day for a few laugh-out-louds with my newest happyness-inducer - Grumpy Cat!

omg! surely you have heard of Grumpy Cat eh?? 

er, you actually mean Yes don't you?

Grumpy is that breath of fresh air that just makes your day go smoother!

I always make sure to look at things every day that make me smile, like my hare and that old calendar bun above 

- and things that make me laugh! 

laugh out loud!

every year for the past god-knows-how-many years I have bought myself some xmas hare ornaments
but this year was the first time I haven't

time sorta ran away

I did get some nice cones on some ribbons, a sort of door decoration thingy that is hanging on my wall!
and I did get some shiny pretty baubles that are like metallic cones, love them! 
so I suppose they will suffice

there's no snow here yet

it's actually rather mild this week

so indeed I will be dashing thru the 'no' hahaha

let's have some Happy xmas cheer Army style...

yeah, I've already posted this clip on my blog a while ago but I love it so much!
always makes me smile
always makes me happy

and em, isn't that first guy totally totally gorgeous! 
what a smooth smooth moover he is!!!

okay back on track
too much xmas cheer??
just listen to Grumpy eh :)

well, no matter how far I try to plan things ahead
I never seem to quite make it

I suppose that is the er, rebel? in me?
the non-conformist?
the i-do-things-my-own-way ?
(could just be that I am totally dis-un-organised? but I don't wanna own up to that title!)

and a few hares that were meant to go into my shop never quite made it
-they are residing beside me as I write this post-

hmmm, maybe I need a consoling hug?

er on seconds thoughts, perhaps not!

anyway these wee chaps will make their way there some time

Grumpy loves them!
(he's just got a really dry sense of humour?)
(sometimes I take things too literal?)

so pretty eh
perhaps I could keep some of my own ornament hares for my special hare xmas decorations then??
now, that's an idea! hmmm

omg! too funny eh!?

all these pics are off Grumpy Cat's facebook page
and since Grumpy's favourite word is No, I am sure he doesn't mind appearing on my blog?
eh Grumpy?
hahaha! course not :)

okay, Grumpy is taking a rest
the happiness factor in my home is too high for him to be hanging around here too long
he might actually start being a nice kitty

got a couple little lace pattern hares too
for those who like their xmases the colour purple...

purdy eh?

and just gonna rub it in one more time

~Happy~   ......just because it's...?!


ha ha ha

okey dokey, time's up!

hope you've been good this year an have yourself a merry little.......


Monday, 17 November 2014

give the gift of Real Love

it's nearly that time again...

yup, xmas time

and everyone is looking for the perfect gift


this ad sums up how to give the perfect gift - the gift of real love

just beautiful!
did you shed a tear?
or two?

so here's that real lovely present under the tree again

isn't she so adorable?!

and their Real Love at first sight


with a background of sparkly stars

can you see their hearts glowing in love and happiness? I can :)

all the ornaments in my home have their 'real loves' with them

all paired-up

all year-round

it used to be the War Horse with the rabbit 

...but then the squirrel came along
uh-oh! and a better match was made


and then one day a duck came along for the horse...

everything works out in the end

even the tiniest hares happily find their match

and in my home inter-species mingling is not only encouraged - it's de rigueur!

toucan + rabbit = bliss

I've been busy stitching up little companions for your heart, and er, tree

and they will be making their way into my etsy shop very, very shortly

and they are a little over excited about finding their forever homes

and seeing your heart glow in happiness and love,

when you~

~lovingly hold them in your hand!

before they go live on your tree..
..or even under your tree

anyway, there is still plenty of time to prepare for xmas
and if you manage to do all your shopping early 
(online ;) at the Leverets Nest ;) ahem!) (just a wee suggestion perhaps??)
and buy those gifts that make your heart fill with love

then you will have plenty of time left to prepare for all your xmas parties and festivities where I am sure you will find that special someone to give the gift of real love to 
(if you don't already have a stuffed penguin at home!)

lots of love

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

one small step for human-kind-ness...

and one small step to making a (not-too-small-any-more) niece happy on her birthday

my beautiful princess Ann Mari is now 10!
where did the time go?

she is no longer the size of a tiny hedgehog
and can work her iPod better than I can, er, ride a skate-board
(just threw that one in there! infact I would LOVE to have a skateboard)

and so I rustled her up a special pillow - she always gets excited when I make her things with her name on it! 
and I put on a tiny hedgehog with feetyprints all over it - adorable eh?!

and because she is a still a little girl (of-sorts), I put in a nice wee thingy she could brush and stroke and talk to 

oh, c'mon now! what do you mean 10yr olds don't talk to their toys? course they do!
(sometimes people even older than 10 talk to their em, toys)

anyway, this is a very special one!

the company should get a huge award because their straplines are 'Care for YourZelf' and 'Love Your Zelf' and I think that is brilliant!

nothing could be more important to tell a young lady, that it is important to love and care for herself, as she is being assaulted by all sorts of peer pressure and mass media influences and god knows what else as she starts to find and become herself!

In the 2 weeks before her birthday I actually became rather attached to that cute little pink thing with those deep blue eyes and it was rather hard including it with hedgehog pillow
and, the packet was sealed up exceptionally well, so I was not even able to prize it carefully apart and take the tiny toy out for an inspection and wee pat

and because 2 Norwegians were celebrating their birthdays in the same week, I included this tastefully done card for the older no-toys-needed one

ofcourse I am a very tactful person, and no number was mentioned

and being a very tactful and mindful person, no number shall ever be mentioned again, unless it is a few years less than the 'reality'

and I will have no problem announcing her age for whatever number she feels most appropriate and flattering, because the reality is that it all comes down to how you act, and how you feel!

I kinda feel like 21 and I act like 8, hmmmm, work that one out :/

and as the celebrations across the North Sea continued without me, I had a piece of the birthday cake here with my cup of tea

well, it was not the actual birthday cake, but it was a piece of cake!
and on a birthday week, any type of cake is classed as birthday cake

I ate alot of cake that week!
and I am proud to say that in my reality, on some days, I only eat cake! (true story!!)
(was a wee bit sickly mind, so shaln't be doing that again for a while, bleh!)


taking small steps of kindness too, was this wee border collie I made for a lovely friend.

Sparky, his dog was heterochromia, and had one blue eye and one brown eye

this little chap (the real-life one), went to the stars a few weeks ago, and I had some of his soft, soft fur given to me, and said I would make a wee angel to live down here on earth, to always remind him of Sparky

you can see the fur added in to the tail, it's got a dark brown thru it

oh oh! wee angel-Sparky is making paw prints off to his new home

down here on planet earth,
my home is still a wee bit quiet
my 2 stuffed rabbits are keeping me company until some real furry-feetys turn up

I kinda left it in the hands of the Universe ~ my wish that is ~ to have a couple rescue rabbits and a tiny teeny baby rescue puppy

I know the Universe is on it for me

I shall wait patiently, and before I know it, a few little furry hearts will be making their way right into my heart!  aaaaw!

and how could I not trust the stars with my wishes eh?

this is the Heart Nebula - yes! really!

and if there is a stars Heart out there - then ofcourse my wishes will come true!!

It is in Perseus, in the Cassiopeia constellation. 
And how appropriate because in Greek mythology Queen Cassiopeia boasted about her beauty - and that is the first step to caring for yourself - to have self-love. Nuffin wrong there.
Um, perhaps Zelfs come from the Cassiopeia constellation?

that amazing photo was taken by Adam Evans, and he explains in detail how he did it - thank you Adam!

ofocurse you don't actually have to leave earth to see heart constellations - here is a tiny one above!
preserved for eternity in an opal

isn't that just breath-taking?
kinda makes me wanna stay on earth....

love this song! a beautiful love-story!

(yeah, I'm a die-hard Metallica girl, so this is quite a bit of a change for me!)

and this is my favourite bit of the song! 
I'm such a romantic!!
a beautiful handsome star-boy! wow! with his gorgeous earth-girl
*sigh again*

this is one of my favourite sayings infact!
and I totally LOVE outer space! and all that star stuffs, I really really do! 
and I'm kinda partial to swearing too! 
(but only under my breath, and when no-one can hear me :/ )

(shaln't let my niece read this incase she's not into swearing yet
not sure the age I was when I first started swearing, think it may have been 8 or there-abouts
ofcourse she has an advantage being bilingual, but then again, so are both her parents!
- swearing in 2 languages! wow! a double advantage! and em, double punishments :) )
hmmm, anyway..

and whether you are up amongst the stars, and the hearts,

or down in the very depths of the ocean

with your mask and flippers and sunny-coloured tank on
(how on earth did the kitty manage to get his fluffy tail in that long thin screepy wee appendage?!! goodness!?!)

doing your sub-sea welding and all that diverse diver stuffs

deep, deep under the water

I suppose I don't need to remind you that it is a choice -

whether you decide to live in this reality - 

or one of your own choosing!

by the way - that pic above is my most absolute favourite ever! like as in ever, ever, ever!!!

...em, this is one I'm working on now -

and so yes, you've guessed correctly! 

I live in my own reality, and definitely not on planet earth :)  hahaha
(and no, I ain't coming back ;)  )

lots of love