A story within a store

We are very busy at 

Bunnies By The Bay's 

HUTCH.

Our makeover is in full swing.

 When you walk into 

our HUTCH you are walking into our story.

Two rambunctious little girls and a houseful of 

shy rabbit.

Yesterday we videotaped the shop.

Sharing our work in progress.

Here are pictures I took 

with my phone.

This is Chris he is walking to work.

 Here is a new lamp for the, "library".  Made of

popcycle sticks.  (Wouldn't this be a fun workshop?)

 An old chinese apothecary cabinet for 

The Library.  

sing today, the answers will come

Today is a day for singing.

less is not always more....more or less

 Probably how this little guy feels,

losing all his sawdust innards 

I have had him for years.  

Love him all the more,

even though there is less

of him,

Happy Easter

Happy Easter everyone.

We are spending it with

The cutest little bunny, EVER!

Official sale

I met with a realtor yesterday.

I have officially listed my house.

If I were to close my eyes and
 envision a beach house

I would see mine.

When my sister and I were little, my mom

and her girlfriends and all their kids would 

go to her friend Joan's family home. 

It was built on the north shore of

Guemes Island.

 Built by Joan's father and

 left in trust to his three daughters.

The cabin holds some of my fondest memories.

They had a carved wooden whale on a post that

we would take turns sitting on.  And

a wooden chest on the porch full of agates.
 We would dig in the sand and make huge forts
 and furniture out of driftwood.  We visited a lady called, "Bubbles" who lived in a round house that had walls full of beach glass and agates. 

 All the kids and the mice slept in a loft.  
It was incredible. 

I wanted to feel the same way I felt on those

amazing summer days of my childhood.  So I 

 dreamt about my own house on the beach.

 I found it.

 Thirty-five years later.

My beach house was my dream fulfilled.
 I love where it sits, in a unique and charming  cove. Driving past Similk beach golf course everyday was like driving down a beautiful lane,full of trees, green grass and lush woods.  And then, you would see the driftwood, the water, the islands. And I knew that I was living my dream, my heart was home.

 It was my artist studio, where I learned to

draw and paint. Solder jewelry and sew my

own clothes. Plant a garden,create unique window boxes, serve up a killer barbecued salmon, and steam crab caught right out in Similk bay. It is THE place to be on the 4th of July. We built bon fires and toasted marshmallow. Told stories around that fire pit,and laughed until tears ran down our faces. There was no other place I wished to be.   

It has been 10 years.

I have changed.

My little beach house not only

 sheltered me but gave me the peace
 of mind to make space for a new dream...

To wander...to see more of this amazing planet.

I want to be a traveling gal.

  To be light.
 To be free.

So I am ready to let go and hook
 my star up to a new dream.

My wish... whoever buys my beach house has their dream fulfilled. When they walk through the front door and see that cove and look upon the forest covered islands, and the beach full of driftwood, they are filled with a sense of peace and know in their heart, they have come home.

Ahoy Mate

For my little 4" bunnies I need small prints.

No such thing...especially in stripes.

So I made my own.  Using a lovely brand 

new with tags on T shirt my sister had in a bag

to go to the goodwill...I drew on blue stripes for 

my, "french sailor top."

Hello

  

...1 word...

Cute

A bientot! J'espe're te revoir bientot!

(see you soon)

Heave Ho

Do you ever wonder how you ended up where you are?

Going from one place to another

and not knowing how you got there.

Like heading to montana and you end

up in Pittsburg. 

This is blog land. 

In my research this morning on 

french sailor shirts

I ended up here

http://bitsotruth.blogspot.com/

Which is a great site for 

inspiring words.

like this

And here are great images of that shirt.

found here

http://thebeatriceblues.blogspot.com/

which also led me to this cool blog

http://ladolfina.blogspot.com/2010/07/seeing-french-sailor-stripes.html

A successful voyage this morning.

Happy Monday.

At it again...

Hutch Studio.

The latest.

We are tweeking Hutch

It is amazing and wonderful
already. Adding some more
layers to tell...

Our story.

Sissy, Sam & Little Ming

Living in a world full of 

BUNNIES.

The Hareytale

http://www.bunniesbythebay.com/ourhareytale.cfm

Here is one of the new bunnies

that will inhabit Hutch.

(and a friendly duck)

They are  4" tall

and will live in their own little miniature world.

But,

There will be more bunnies.

From big to small

large to tall

floppy and sweet

and all in between.

Keep your bunny ears up

for more of the latest

 News Here at Hutch,
...On... 

Cricket Island.

Sissy, Sam & Little Ming

Do you ever feel like the days just

slip by?

I am a little overwhelmed and uninspired.

Only because of huge project looming.

Re doing Hutch

AGAIN!!!!

Actually more of an evolution.

Bringing back the Bunnies.

Different,

evolved.

Better for some

others will like the old ones more.

Oh well...

One room at a time

will show progress.

Deadline

June 10.

Also Painting.

Here is another variation of

Sissy, Sam and Little Ming.

Found on my inspiration board

I was looking on one of my

inspiration boards for

a project I am working on

and found this...behind another

picture.

I have had this for years.  

So it is from parts unknown.

I have been watching the show

Brothers and Sisters

on Netflix.

They are not quite as happy as these

siblings are.

More art painted in Maui.

Sam is an Elf

Well here at bunnies we are just finishing

up our Fall Line.  Designs are done.

Catalog is ready to go to the printer

and Sam gets his chance at the limelight...

You can call me SAM...

or the 

"CUTEST BABY IN THE WHOLE WORLD."

According to my mama, papa, grannies,

grandpas, aunties and uncles!
Oh. and those strangers in the grocery store
who like to pinch my chubby cheeks!

Right outside my door

When we got home from Hawaii,

we stepped right back into

40 degree weather and

rain...rain...rain.

But

We also walked into this...

Our faithful and devoted Buddha

resting in a sea of Camellia blossoms.

And Hosta's popping up through the pink

carpet.

Spring gave us a smile and a wink.

New art

Here is a little more

of what I did

while I was 

on 

vacation.

Friendly support

This is my friend Jen.

She is the brainchild behind

Earth angel toys.

She did a rather splashy post on

me.

And,

she has some of my work

for sale

---check-it-out---

http://earthangelstoys.blogspot.com/

Wise words

This is a picture of me

In Venice, Italy.

Twelve years ago.

Younger,

thinner,

and In love

with my guy.

.............

We only spend part of the

week together, because

I have a job...80 miles away.

We just spent a whole month together,

for the first time...in 13 years.

It was heaven.

...........

Growing together.

I want Venice

and Maui

and love

to live inside

of me

every moment

of 

everyday.

I found this,
thoughts of life and death here....

http://creative-geisslein.blogspot.com/

I find it fascinating to listen to older women.

In 85 years....you have years of perspective.

And when death is right around the corner

there is a light...or enlightenment 

into the world of the living,

or for some

barely living and just surviving.

Thoughts on life and death

If I had my life to live over again

Nadine Stair  85 years young

I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.  

I’d relax.

I would limber up.

I would be sillier than I have been on this trip.

I would take fewer things seriously.  

I would take more chances.

I would take more trips.

I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.

I would eat more ice cream and less beans.

I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I am one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day.

Oh, I’ve had moments and If I had it to do over again, I’d have more of them.  In fact, I’d try to have 

nothing else.  Just moments.  One after another instead of living so many years ahead of each day.  I’ve 

been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat

and a parachute.  If I had it to do over again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that

way later in the fall.  I would go to more dances.  I would rider more merry-go-rounds.  

I would pick more daisies.