Sunday, 28 October 2012

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....

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

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 !*@_


Saturday, 6 October 2012

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,

'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 



'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 ...

Monday, 1 October 2012

backseat drivers ...

even when you are alone in your car, 
driving along, 
thinking your thoughts about this and that, as one does,


there is always a small niggler in the back of your mind, ready to criticize your every decision -
- too heavy on the gas, took the corner too tight ....



so how about making it easy on yourself instead?

- and attach a little hare to your rear view mirror and let him do the niggling instead

the hares are made from my old Australian Army cams when I was a soldier. Nothing ever goes to waste :) 


these little hares love to be back seat drivers!

and as they pipe up, with the sun glinting on their luminescent eyes, you know they are right, yes you do! 



however hare is kind and good natured, no matter how many times you crunch the gears, brake too hard or take yet another wrong turn 

Hare doesn't mind your cursing but remember to smile, no hogging the road or tail gating, and be pleasant to other drivers

You will get there in the end so just chill. Besides, being on time is overrated! (just try telling that to a soldier eh?)

And don't forget to carry spare batteries for your GPS, though hare is great at map reading and will help out any time, just make sure it is a big fold-out-old-style map and not one of those silly books. Hare might get trapped in a leaf!

- in my shop now 



and so, when one project finishes, another starts 

I'm busy making up fabric brooches for the not-faint-of-heart.


then again, who's to say that a faint-of-hearter won't want to be brave and wear a bold beastie on their breast?