It seemed to me that I was stuck drawing just one type of rabbit. And, as everyone knows, there are actually all kinds of rabbits! To rectify this problem I created this print and I include every type of rabbit I could think of. I think I pretty much covered them all.
This print comes in 3 sizes and you can find it at: www.badbird.etsy.com
If you can’t find a print that you’ve seen before either on my online stores or at various art/craft festivals let me know and I will put it up in my store for you. Also, you can request special sizes for many of my prints.
Hey everyone! I will be participating in the Long Beach and the Santa Ana Patchwork Holiday Shows. The Long Beach event will be this next weekend, Sunday Nov. 6th, from 11-5:00.
The Santa Ana show will be on Nov. 27th, 11-5:00
Info. for the Patchwork Holiday Shows can be found at this link: http://www.patchworkshow.com/
Hope to see you there!
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For the first time I am selling some of my quilts! The first one I’m listing is this Hopping Rabbit Folk Art Quilt. It’s entirely hand sewn, cotton fabric and cotton batting. It measures 13″ x26″
It’s for sale at my Etsy store: http://www.etsy.com/listing/84867289/hopping-rabbit-folk-art-quilt
This is a one of a kind quilt.
Let me start by saying that my dog is actually scared of more than three things. He is freaky about brooms, weather (rain, wind, thunder, lightning), bubble wrap, power tools, blenders, hair shears, any beeping coming from a computer, crowds, and the list goes on. But, there three phobias that I feel define my dog.
First, Cats in a Box.
My dog is not scared of cats or boxes, but he is scared of cats in boxes. If you open the box to expose the cat he will look past the cat and search the inside of the box for the “thing that was scary”. This fear can be transferred to cats in cupboards, behind doors or under blankets. But a cat in a box is the worst.
Second, Dead Rabbits
We found a dead rabbit while hiking one day. Most dogs might consider a dead rabbit a great toy. Other dogs might want to roll around on it (especially if it’s gooey). My dog’s reaction was his hackles going up and his eyes getting very large. He was visibly shaken. I tried to show him that it was okay by poking it with a stick. All this did was make him shake in terror and put his tail between his legs. To relieve his terror we continued our hike. As we walked he kept glancing over his shoulder just to make sure that the rabbit didn’t become reanimated, or something, and follow us.
Third, Camping.
I thought dogs liked camping.
From the moment we pitched the tent he was giving us a look that said, “Well, that was great. Can we go home now?” This look is accompanied by waiting eagerly by the car door. To be fair, when I first got him out of the car a squirrel crawled down a tree that was behind us and proceeded to yell at my dog and I. (A squirrel yell is something like a mighty screech). After I had taken my boy to do his poops and got back to camp, my daughter stated that as she was setting up camp a squirrel came down a tree and yelled at her. It was funny until my husband came over from getting wood and said that the weirdest thing happened. A squirrel came down a tree and yelled at him. I suspect it was the same squirrel in each case. We stayed on guard the rest of the day.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. No squirrel incidents. But the dog remained shaken.
As we returned from camping and turned up our street my dog perked up, stood up on his hind legs, stared out all the windows and screamed. I am NOT kidding. He actually screamed! He was home. He knows his street and his house. I think that he thought that camping was how we were going to spend the rest of our lives. I can’t seem to explain to him the concept of vacations.
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My family isn’t religious, so Easter at my childhood home was about candy. . . Oh, and the Easter Bunny, of course, But mainly it was the candy.
My folks would fill our baskets with an obscene amount of goodies.
For me the best thing in my basket was the chocolate rabbit.
The basket would include M&M’s and foil covered chocolate eggs. Unfortunately, there would also be Peeps and Jelly Beans. Peeps and jelly beans are just plain sugar. NO chocolate what-so-ever. In my world candy is good ONLY if it contains chocolate.
On the Chocolate Rabbit there was a small sugar tablet eye. Who would put such an impurity on a thing as lovely as a Chocolate Rabbit? It was a horrible single, yellow & blue staring eye. (For some reason, the whites on our chocolate rabbits eyes where yellow where the white should be.)
I would give all my peeps, jelly beans and rabbit eyes to my little sister. As much as I liked chocolate she liked sugar. Pure old white sugar. If we had Oreos, she would lick the filling out of the center and hand me over the two remaining chocolate cookies. At birthday parties her favorite part of the cake was the frosting flowers. We’re not talking GOOD frosting flowers, but the heavy, way-too-sweet, nasty frosting flowers. After the party if there was any cake left any remaining frosting flowers would mysteriously disappear.
At restaurants she would suck on sugar packets.
The preparation and eating of a chocolate Easter rabbit was important to me. Instead of eating the rabbit right away I would stick it in the refrigerator. I wouldn’t eat it until it was rock hard.
Being hard as a rock, it would take several munching sessions to finish the rabbit. Easter wasn’t officially over until the last of the rock hard rabbit was eaten.
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Bear by Andrea Zuill
I don’t know. I think the older I get the cuter I get. Well, not me personally, but my art is at an all time high cuteness level. I’ve opened a new store on Etsy called , Grrr, said the Bear.
It’s kind of storybook -ish, full of forest animals. So, please check it out: www.grrrsaidthebear.etsy.com
Frollicing Fawn by Andrea Zuill
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