Confessions of a Hoarder

Since I don't really have any pictures to speak of, I have to say that if I had to choose my ultimate favorite things they would by far be my books. I have books about gardening, decorating, life, science, animals, drawing and I still own almost every textbook I have ever bought for school. I love how you can learn about anything you could think of just by getting the right book. I love the sound a book makes when it is being opened for the first time, and of course I have to take a deep breath in every time I walk into Barnes & Noble. My confession however is not that I love books. My confession is that I tend to buy lots of books on subjects that I really love and then I am to afraid to use them. I may own ten books about drawing, and I may have read every page in every one of them at least two or three times, but in the end I have never drawn a picture and I probably never will. Sad to say, but I guess that trying and failing in something that really mattered to me would be worse than never trying (so I must think). I hold my most precious ideas and passions close, and I seldom let them out. This is my confession, and it makes me sad to say it. It's like I am always saving the best things for last, but the reality is that the best should be enjoyed first. Why don't we have dessert first? By the time we get to the best part, we are full and can no longer enjoy it in the same way. So instead of filling my days with things I love, I waste them by filling them with trivial time suckers like watching T.V. So here it is; my new year's resolution: I will not save the best for last. If you're always saving the best for last, you'll never get to the best part. It is only by coincidence that I am posting this on new year's eve, but I couldn't think of better timing.

I have attached this picture for no particular reason other than I felt like it. When I saw these carrots in the grocery store with these most spectacular tops, I just couldn't resist. I am sure you remember mom :) I could always learn from Pickles. He is definitely not shy about going after whatever he wants most. He sees an almond, and suddenly nothing else matters because that's what he loves more than anything.

Morning Light

There is a special tree across the street from my house. In the early morning light it is so amazing. Spring may boast colorful flowers, but there is something so beautiful about this dreary tree. I wonder how long it has grown here, and what sights it has seen.

The neighbors want to cut down the tree because they say it is not safe, but I can't help but think that it would be such a shame. It really is better in person, but this is the best I could get.

Home for a Bunny

Since I was a little girl it has been a recurring theme throughout my life: these furry little things they call bunnies. Favorite book: Home for a Bunny. Favorite stuffed animal: pink bunny named bunny. We also had a rabbit growing up, which may be where my fascination started. I must admit that my somewhat shortlived bunny ownership as an adult wasn't quite what I had expected. They are so cute and soft, especially when you have held them and played them since the day they were born. It is a tragedy what happens once they are bigger than the palm of your hand...THEY BECOME CRAZY!!! They acquire what I like to call bodily tourettes syndrome. They may spastically flail around at any given moment while in your arms, causing great bodily harm as they subsequently scrape the skin off your arms during their grand escape. They forget that you feed them and pet them every day and suddenly feel that you are going to spontaneously eat them for dinner so they must flee for their lives. Despite their unstable mental activity they are still one of the cutest animals. You just want them to be as nice and friendly as they look. And they don't play well with others either, or maybe that's Riley? Alright, I know that was sort of morbidly funny, but I couldn't help it.

On to the real reason I started this post.

It should come as no surprise that when I decided to crochet cute baby toys about a week ago I decided on a bunny for my first endeavor. It has had it's up and downs, and it wasn't until my 20th hour or so crocheting that I realized I was reading my patterns wrong . This explained why my bunny looked like it had a shrunken head. After realizing this I then had to redo the parts I had already done. After countless hours and a little frustration with my stupid leg pattern I finally have a completed bunny.

I think I will call her...Bunny Foo Foo. Fits perfectly don't you think.

Poor little Bunny Foo Foo. Her head is more square than bulbous, like it should be. One leg is shorter than the other, as well as one of her ears. Her eyes are a little scary, kind of like endless black holes. But her mouth is cute, and of my own design since the way they did it in the book just didn't work for me. This is only the beginning. At least now I know that I can do it. Now I get to make the really fun stuff. Here she is sitting like a proper lady.

My favorite part is her little microphone arms. I was trying them out at mom's yesterday, and they are quite perfect. Perhaps I will have to make a larger black and gray version so I can actually have a microphone. Maybe I will have to have a caraoke night in honor of having such a cool microphone. I will have to post pictures of that too. Goodnight to all. Tomorrow if it is nice, I can take some pictures of my shed progress to share with everyone.