Mending poor Bunny

Poor Bunny has been languishing in my mending basket with a very bad broken arm for years. Really, years and years. Probably five at least. Which tells you a lot about what a big priority mending is. I don't know why, but this afternoon I took pity on him, what with his severed arm and all that.

The vintage button tin was first stop in our quest to reinstate Bunny's limb, followed by a length of good strong hemp and that dangerously long doll-making needle that is safely stored in the drawer with other sharp-edged sewing tools. I love this natural hemp fibre, so strong, so earthy; redolent of brown paper packages tied up with string ...

And it really only took a very little while to stitch Bunny's arm back in place. With buttons and string and a very long needle and just a *bit* of apologetic love.

See, all better now.

Good as new!!  The man-child has long outgrown having Bunny on his bed, so I am thinking he may have to take up residence in my chair for a bit, just to make up for all of those lonely lost years.

Bunny must be ten years old at the very least, possibly older. He was cobbled together with cotton drill fabric found in a second-hand shop, and some hand-me-down fabrics pulled from my patchwork stash. The pattern was an early design from Sandra Paull of Sun Valley Primitives.

 [You can visit her Etsy Store here]

I'm kind of pleased that Bunny is back out of the basket. And I secretly think that he is too. Oh, what's that Bunny? Pipe and slippers and a pot of tea in order?? Seems he has also got his voice back. This could just get out of hand . . .

Yours in redemption,

Evie xxx