This afternoon I made Rabbit Three Ways.
I know what you are thinking. You are wondering if I have joined the ranks of the Masterchef contestants who will be setting forth
on their 2016 culinary adventure on TV tonight. But let's face it, how likely is that? I mean, really. Rabbit one way would be a challenge for one such as I; rabbit three ways would definitely be a Hop Too Far.
I was at a craft session, organised by my friend, the Lovely Linda. Regular readers know her as leader of the Birdy Group whose members include Brave Pam, Scottish Christine, Tall Margaret - and me. It was my first craft session so I wasn't quite sure what
to expect but I am, as you know, always up for a challenge. Always provided it doesn't involve anything too physically demanding, like climbing sheer rock faces, swinging between trees on ropes, abseiling down tall buildings or other Fear Inducing Feats. Rabbit
Three Ways was quite enough of a challenge for me.
Five of us gathered at Linda's house, taking our seats around the table where each place was set with a selection of beads, wire, paper napkins, ribbon and
a Cadbury's creme egg. In the centre of the table, what looked like fire-arms to the uninitiated (that'll be me, then) but turned out to be glue guns. Good heavens, I have never fired a glue gun in my life before. But then I've never been in such a potentially
sticky situation either.
The first of our trio of Easter Bunnies was easy. Linda said so, therefore I was prepared to believe it so. I always think it is a good idea to trust your teacher. We folded paper
napkins as instructed, used an elastic band to create a head and body, inserted the creme egg into a handy hole on the rabbit's back and drew eyes, nose and whiskers on our rabbit's face. Then, excitement! We used the glue gun to stick on the rabbit's fluffy
white tail. I managed to get as much glue on my fingers as on the rabbit's derrière which didn't help me when it came to our second task.
This was much more fiddly involving as it did coloured beads
(two of them ear-shaped, one head-shaped and one body-shaped), eleven safety pins and three different lengths of wire. Oh, yes, and we did a bit of gluing too. Every so often someone would drop all their beads on the floor and have to start all over again.
No, it wasn't always me. This was my favourite of the three bunnies despite my difficulty threading beads onto safety pins and a few problems with my rabbit's arms. Does a rabbit even have arms, by the way? I didn't ask as it would have seemed churlish indeed,
to raise awkward queries about the Physical Features of a Rabbit when we were all having so much fun. In any case, I was too busy struggling with the pliers.
Our third rabbit introduced us to a kind of Beginner's
Macramé. My rabbit brooch, I am proud to say, had the longest limbs of every rabbit round the table. This was more by accident than design, to be fair, but I was rather pleased with my Long-Legged-One. I shall wear him with pride, pinned onto my jacket
lapel, and await admiring comments.
I hadn't realised just how ham-fisted I am these days. I'm sure I used to be quite nimble-fingered in those far-off days when I introduced the 3rd Staplehurst Brownies to
all the joys of crafty creations. It must be my Great Age that has made my wrists creak, my fingers fumble, my eyes squint. I can, however, Only Get Better.
Linda says next time she will come up with something
a little easier for us to try. I am not sure if this is a reflection on our struggles of this afternoon or perhaps she thinks we should walk before we run? Or lollop, given our Easter Bunny theme.
me a plastic bag for my rabbits' safe transportation and I carried them home proudly to show Mr B. He was slightly underwhelmed but then I had interrupted the cricket on TV, bursting in on him all full of myself.
Could I possibly, he asked, plaintively, stop rabbiting on?