all ears! Santa came Twice!!

this post is R* rated and not for those under 18 (18cm / 8")(*Racy)

right, now that I have the disclaimer out the way.....

this xmas Santa came not Once, but Twice!

and boy oh boy oh boy - what a lucky girl I was!!!

yeah! jeeez! I thought I heard you right, I hope you're not turning this post into something below the belt?

(and by the way, I am 19cm with ears up...)

well, I have been very well treated this xmas I must say!

Mr S stopped by and I got to rummage around in his well stocked sack, and the presents I pulled out were just delectable, and I was all smiles. 

I got everything I wanted and more - including my favourite Walnut Whips and choc Santas on a stick! yummmmmeeee!

(and I can't see no belt no-where, can you?)

(and being the night owl that I am, I can guarantee that Mr S does indeed look just like his photo above - *drool* check out his sack and diggin' that barb wire tat and sexy smile and ... *sigh*)

huh! watch it there! some drool just landed on my head!

and then yesterday another present tumbled out of Santa's sack!

Beautifully wrapped in soft paper was a white rabbit with pink ears, a dragon card and a small rabbit stamp.

all protected by a card wrapper that had been artfully edged by the sharp teeth of beautiful Amelia from The Qi Papers, the bun on the little stamp.

Right! says Wesley, you have had far too many treats this xmas, it has obviously gone to your head, so I shall be having that pink ears up white rabbit for myself! 

Just place her by my chamois thanks

and so, 

when the small king commands 

I obey!

and what the hell is this? i can't eat this, it's as hard as hell? I like my chews soft. You can have this thing Annette, no good to me

and besides, what rabbit goes about with one ear up, one ear down? 

where's the decisiveness in that? you're either up or down, in or out!

hmmmmph... too much xmas spirit around here

yes indeed, too much, far too much....

and what do you mean? 

all that rabbitness was a winter wishes gift from your good friend Christina of Rabid Tidbits in America? 

You mean that was never in Santa's sack after all? whew! that's a relief, cos his sack  looked kinda small to me....

yup, gotta agree with Wes on that one

...lookin' kinda small once all the yummy presents are out 

*sigh* just had to get another beautiful santa on - ain't they the best ever? 

if only these ones were in the shopping malls instead eh? ....stampede....!

gawd, still at it!
just you wait till Easter missus, I know what the real Easter bunny looks like..... and if you think santa is hot, then boy oh boy are you in for a lil' surprise!

- Thank you heaps Christina!! Wes and I totally love our rabbits, both ears up and one up one down :) xxx

follow your bliss

what better motto than Follow Your Bliss?

I follow this every day, without fail

and the life I lead is blissful beyond measure.

I am surrounded by love and loving people, I am blessed with the adoring company of Wesley and every day I do only what I love to do. 

(and I love everything I do, without exception).

I made some new kits and leverets. Just gotta take some photos and muster up their stories.

I love writing the stories, it's such fun. 

Though sometimes the kits and leverets are not necessarily having fun, but that's what's fun about it all - their foibles, their tiny voices of indignation and perturbation, their mistakes as they grow - and finally learn to follow their bliss...

the other morning I was having breakfast with my visitor. 

I was enjoying an earl grey and a slice of xmas cake ('tis the season :) 

and he had some Burgen bread, (which is pretty delicious as far as good tasting breads go, and in my house the motto 'let them eat cake' only applies to me)

and then, out of the blue, we saw an incredible - and rare - sight 

3 Waxwings flew in!!! 

and had a short rest on the wire thingy opposite my window.

They made some beautiful melodic chirrings and then they were off again!

these striking birds are from Scandinavia and only come to these shores in winter.

so we enjoyed the waxwings and then the postie brought some more visitors from afar!

A beautiful handmade felt card from Shell of Raspberry Rabbits, in America and a polar bear handmade card from Juliet of Crafty Green Poet, here, not so far away, in Scotland. 

Do love my handmade cards!

As I was opening my envelopes Wesley came over and demanded to be stroked. 

And so the little wisps of fur from his nape made their way not on to the carpet as they would most normally do, but instead onto the undecorated xmas tree of Shell's card.

It looks rather appropriate I think and the grey rabbits are pleased.

Every year I treat myself to a lagomorph tree decoration, or two, or three.

And so this adorable hare arrived from Robert at Pavlova and Fox on etsy. 

Last year I bought 4 litter mates from Robert and they live on the fir wreath in my hall year round. Too good to come out only once a year!

The brown hare sat atop my white on white love tree, and looking around the living room, glanced at his brown coat and the snow-white branches, then spied the rustic heart just above him, 

and with a hop, 

decided instead to reside there!

....yaaaaawwwnnnNNN!!! 

so much happiness here....

...so much bliss...

now, how 'bout following this white rabbit and go bring me some dried carrots Santa, er, I mean Annette

Happy Xmas and may santa be good to you all!

adorable :)

such an adorable xmas ad, so magical!



yes I would like two of them on my tree too thanks, and I would like real snow on my real fir tree :)

whiter than snowwhite

yesterday as I drove home from my gym I saw a really exciting sight - xmas trees are up! 

so as soon as I got home I rustled around in my cupboard and pulled out my Everlasting

then I did what I normally do when faced with a bare tree

I stared and looked and stared and glanced and pondered and...

well, you get the idea?

so this morning as I was having my breakfast cuppa I looked at my adorable little wooden white love hearts, and I thought...

why not?

a white on white love tree :)

and 10 minutes later - voila!

2 of my white ornament hares (my own :) and a few hearts and a few loves and a perfectly beautiful tree!

it was snowing in Edinburgh the other night. It's been a little bit chilly lately, down to -4 even! and highs of 3 degrees C (just now it's 3deg at 3pm)

So how about turning the heat up?

I put a couple new cards into my etsy shop - 'you're The One'

because no matter the weather, love transcends all degrees

and if you got your eye on a crush, 

then make a move, life it too short to hold back

so discreetly leave your number on this card - 'your Burrow or Mine?'

and you might not even need to put the heating on, -4 or not!

a walk in the park

it's always nice to take a walk in the park with your doggie
stretch your legs, breathe that fresh air, listen to the birdsong .....



unless your doggie's called Fenton and doesn't give a  sh*!@ to what you say :)

great ad from Orange, 3EE 4GG or 3DD or whatever dude..... so much rebranding, so much progress  (good idea to include the dinosaur eh?)

all LOVEd up

my little mister took a deep nap the other morning

just after breakfast

all full up

and was out for the count for at least half an hour

new baby hare Sleet wants to know what the unusual spots are on the carpet - but I told him that we don't talk about them in this house
(sometimes Wes misses the kitty litter, or can't make it there in time, or decides to throw a tantrum)

so I have my priorities sorted

Love first - everything else - after   :)

Hunter Gatherer

my latest hare, Mother Hare Huntressa, has barely been here for 23hours before she is off to her new home.

She is a gift for my treasured vet Margot Hunter of Dunedin Vets. 
Margot specializes in homeopathy and I have used her excellent services for many years now. 
Wesley gets on very well with her and peeps and grumps happily in her arms every time he is there. (my little mister gets his single lower incisor burred down every 6 weeks) (and tomorrow morning he will be peeping and grumping happily after his single chomper is attended to, and together we shall present Margot with her present...)

Mother Hare Huntressa

Early one morning when Huntressa was just a baby, she was out playing in the woods by herself. This wasn’t so unusual for the little hares because they were rather independent beings, and Huntressa would be playing with her friends later that day, but intended to have some time all alone as she explored the woods. 

She hadn’t gone too far when she heard a cry by some bushes, and as she poked her head thru the leaves she saw a huge, huge mother deer lying down, crying. 

Huntressa went slowly up to her and asked her what was the matter, all matter of factly, as there are some things that babies will learn over time, such as showing a sensitive demeanour with more tact. 

The mother looked down at the tiny leveret and said that she had a wound, from a sharp tree branch, and needed to tend to it. And she showed Huntressa the large open cut with all the blood clotted around her coat. Huntressa opened her tiny mouth in a wide ooooh and took a step back, then raced off without a word into the foliage.

The mother deer smiled knowingly, babies were all the same no matter the species. 

Then to her surprise a few minutes later the tiny hare returned with an armful of leaves and a mouth stuffed with greenery. She scampered right up to the open wound and started to gently pack in the leaves and after they were all in place, she dribbled the mashed herbs from her mouth all around the edges to stick it all together. Then she placed her small paws on the matted fur and did some needling motions with her claws. 

The mother deer was flabbergasted and just did not know what to say, she was in shock! But surprisingly she began to feel better straight away, the pain had lessened and there was a warm glowing feeling coming from there. After a while of needling away, Huntressa looked up at the mother deer and said that everything will be alright, she just has to keep still for a little bit longer, let the herbs sink in, and keep the wound away from tongues and raindrops and dew for at least two days. 

Then she scampered off again and returned five minutes later with a huge bundle of tasty, fresh foliage for mama deer to nibble on. 

Now that Huntressa is all grown up, word has spread around the meadow and forest about her healing touch and every day she has numerous visitors requiring caring attention from her. She has got a really good clinic all set up with plenty of herbs and fungus and barks and pods and seeds on supply, all ready for immediate use. 

To advance her knowledge she is doing a course in Homeopathy, which she has found very interesting. Though some of the patients were a little bit wary of letting her use the tiny pillules on them, what with the pills beings nearly invisible, and having hardly anything inside them, apparently. But the results have surprised them all, and there have been less minor ailments to attend to, and the major ones are never so serious as they could have been, after the tiny pills have been consumed by amused sickies. 

Huntressa is looking forward to resting cosily on your armchair by the French windows. She would love them left open a little thanks as she will be going out very early every morning to explore the woods. And, er, keep an eye open for any injured who may need attended to. Her mama taught her well, when she was a tiny baby all those many, many moons ago about what leaves and plants and twigs do what to where when there is something that needs put right, and now she is passing on her skills to the next generations of eager little doctor-learners. 

She will also have her clinic to stop by every day and you are most welcome to come along and give her a paw, er, I mean hand, as she always is very busy and there is always something unexpected happening. Even when you are set up with all the best pillules and leaves and mushrooms and tonics, someone will come by with some unheard of, unexplained, irregular ailment, and flummox her for a bit, before she finds the best solution and puts everything right. 

And she is always needing the table wiped down, the bloody towels washed and rung out, the dishes cleaned and the dirty, used compresses disposed of. What do you mean does she have gloves and bleach? Goodness me! Ofcourse not! this is a woodland clinic not a city ER. Just make sure to give your hands a wipe before you come by and no licking your fingers or scratching your bum between patients. Cleanliness is next to godliness don’t you know?

and along with Huntressa, were Mother Hare Bountiful and Mother Hare November

November is beautiful browns and slate blue

and Bountiful in winter flowers

and whilst every hare may look perfectly beautiful, Bountiful is the first mama I have made who is slightly un-perfect, what with the deformed bone of her radius, 

but

no-one is staring (it's rude to stare, don't you know?)

and she can still get by perfectly 

and my, my, won't she have an interesting story...

meanwhile Huntressa has packed her knapsack and is heading off....

Autumn Flowers

Flowers? what do you mean flowers? it's autumn not spring!

honestly, I'm a house rabbit, never been outside for years and at least I know there ain't no flowers blooming in October!

some people! such untruths! tut tut... 

well, I suppose it made for a nice post heading, but it is a little accurate, indoors at least, because my latest etsy shop offerings are hare head brooches!

and a nice way to display them are in this pretty metal flower stand (which was once a candle holder until I got my hands on it) 

they have been made from scraps of tweed that are off cuts from Scottish kilts made right here in Edinburgh

a few months ago I was in Starbucks with my mum and this tall handsome Highlander walks in wearing a really hot kilt, showing off a good pair of sexy legs and a great set up!  

and no joke, my jaw dropped and the biggest smile came over my face 

and, em, my mum's too! 

because who couldn't smile when you see a handsome bit of the Highlands down in the Lowlands here in the capital of Scotland wearing a 'skirt'!

but the friendly dude was used to droolers and warmly told us where his gear came from and it happened to be just round the corner

so after mum and I finished our delicious Starbucks treat, 

we headed off to 48 Thistle Street 

and met the cool kilt maker himself, Howie from 21st Century Kilts 

who has made kilts for so many famous people like Ewan McGregor, Robbie Williams, Alan Cumming plus loads of others big names, and loads of not so famous, not big name others too

and we had a great time, chatting about this and that, Scottish this, Norwegian that, Gaelic this and hares that, drooling over his amazing gorgeous kilts and the removeable 'pockets' that go with them!

(not just for boys :)

and a little while later.....

the first blooms of autumn are picked

- some for my shop, some for a shop in Ontario, Canada - ArtWares, some for the Hare Preservation Trust online shop that I manage, and perhaps there may be one left for me, and one for my mum?

each one is one-of-a-kind, original, unique, different and handmade from first whisker to last whisker just by me

..decorated with trinkets, jewels, treasures, adornments, ribbons and faux fur.....

Hey!! what the hell, is that my tail?!!

jeeeeeees, honestly, some artists, think they can sew on whatever they want!

artistic licence my !*@_

Abreast of the times

I'm not an earring girl, always been rather scared that they would snag on something and rip part of my ear off, or become tangled like a piece of unmanageable chewing gum in my hair, and elongate the lobe! 

and my double piercings closed up years ago from un-use (non-use perhaps?)

but I do like my brooches

and I have a nice little collection of breast adornments

and I make my own unabashed ones too, which I put in my etsy shop

they are all very noticable and rather on the large side, and that's cool with me, because brooches are meant to be admired,

and chirruped about

'robin redbreast offers his sweetheart diamonds and sings from his vintage lace nest'

and whether they take the place of a jacket, or a mini masterpiece on your breast, they give the wearer a certain je ne sais quoi

- and surely one this size would! this is a brave brooch for a brave woman! (or man)

'as night sets in does shelters from the frost'

and the best side to wear your bold accoutrement?

I like mine on my left, just above my heart 

a hart on my heart :)

'stag watches over you from amongst the winter snow'

and in matters of the heart - one of my little princesses will be becoming not-so-little in a couple weeks time!

so I whipped up a girly pink mama hare 'Princess' with rosebuds behind her ears ('cause she ain't into earrings either!) for my tiny darling niece who will be 8!!

where does the time go? 8 already?!   

.....I remember, once, a long time ago, when I was 8 ...