W is for Wabbit Season

I can't sew. Not even a button. I knitted a brown scarf for Mr TC - it took me a year. My sister Tee had to finish it for me, as I had lost all desire and patience. Mr TC never wears it .... too scratchy, he says. Scratchy for his marshmallow-soft George Michael neck. Heh heh.

Tee has already crocheted Monkey the most exquisite blankie. And knitted a brightly-coloured, funky pair of 70's overalls.

Lately, she has been working on a baby rattle, in the shape of a rabbit. Sounds innocent and cute enough. This morning she phoned me and asked if I had seen the pic she emailed to me, of her finished handiwork. I was online, so I checked as I was talking to her. In the middle of our conversation, I loaded the image of the rabbit rattle she had painstakingly sewed. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed. She knew what I was laughing at, and joined me in the raucousness.

I have always had the biggest, loudest laugh out of anyone I know. My friends at school would get embarressed, and tell me to either shoosh up or they would run away. Usually, my laugh makes other people laugh, because it's just so darn ridiculous. I can't help it - I was born that way.

Anyway, back to the rabbit .... both of us gasping for air, Tee (mockingly) took offence; told me she would send it to her new nephew instead. I said no, no - I love it, I just was expecting something - different. Something white and frilly and flouncy.

Tee says, "When have I ever made anything white and frilly and flouncy??"

Here's the wabs for your viewing pleasure ...... what do you think?

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