A story within a store

We are very busy at 
Bunnies By The Bay's 
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."

...1 word...


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
Which is a great site for 
inspiring words.
like this
And here are great images of that shirt.
found here

which also led me to this cool blog

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 

The Hareytale

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.
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,
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
Actually more of an evolution.
Bringing back the Bunnies.
Better for some
others will like the old ones more.
Oh well...
One room at a time
will show progress.

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
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 
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
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

Spring gave us a smile and a wink.


New art

Here is a little more
of what I did
while I was 

Friendly support

This is my friend Jen.
She is the brainchild behind
Earth angel toys.
She did a rather splashy post on
she has some of my work
for sale

Wise words

This is a picture of me
In Venice, Italy.
Twelve years ago.

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

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

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.