Book Bunny

A couple of weeks ago, I got together with my Friday stitching friends. It is the first session for a while and I had no obvious, portable project to take along. So I grabbed my bag of felted jumpers and, after a hasty blog search, I found a rabbit template.

I decided to use a scrap of printed cotton for the tummy and inside the ears. I used Falkland Island wool aran to make the fluffy tail. I found sleepy eyes worked best for this rabbit.

Last night, I finished the rabbit, still unsure what to do with it. She’s cute and, believe me, the children have taken turns to drop heavy hints about who should receive it. Dearest husband suggested I fill it with beans and use it as a door stop. I woke up this morning, still unsure where she was going.

Now, roll back a few more weeks to a parent’s evening. I had a different weight on my mind. My pressing concern was a reluctant reader. She groaned every time I asked if she would like to read to me. A horrible 6 year old heart-breaking groan. Sometimes she plain refused to read. Other times, she would, but made it obvious that it was under duress.

She said that she would prefer to make up her own stories, rather than reading others. In my heart, I agreed and didn’t want to force her. I would happily give her time, but I knew she would hate being left behind by her friends.

I needed a plan. One that didn’t put us at odds. Her teacher made a suggestion, which was cute, but it wasn’t quite right. I knew she hated the books from school, so as part of my plan, I visited the bookshop. While browsing, I found a sweet book that was just her. It had nature and growing and family in it. I knew she would identify with it. It was round about her reading level.

Jody’s Beans. And she loved it. The story is about one of her favourite gardening projects. A runner bean house. This book has helped her to find her reading flow. Along with other projects, which I’ll include in another post.

Today, she read it to me again. No groaning.  While she concentrated on the words, I admired the pictures. I love this style of drawing. So do-able, that it makes me think I could draw like this. (A girl can dream!) Then it hit me. My bunny was in the book. Look!

There she is. In almost every picture. Ok, the book bunny hasn’t got the floral fabric tummy, but the main colour is the same. And the ears are just as floppy. Clutched by the little girl, which almost looks like my little girl.

Even the Grandpa, who is the other main character in the book, has a kind of resemblance to one of her Grandpas. (Not saying which one…. I doubt either are reading!)

So there you are. Maybe subconsciously I was crafting with intent. Book + Bunny= happy child. What more can I ask!

This dreamy rabbit suits my loving daughter, who spends a lot of time in her own dream world. I think I know what to do with the rabbit.

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