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A perk to being a maker in a small town is the community support. This bunny’s woolen pelt is from a moth eaten wool blanket, left on my front porch by a friend. It was tattered beyond repair but she knew it could find new life. His recycled denim innards came from the insulation in my pastor’s Sunbasket order. But the story of his lace tie is my favorite. Bet Ison, a local quilter, folk artist and curator of the Home for Waward Babydolls (Google it!) invited me to peruse her collection of buttons, fabrics and sewing notions. The dreary February afternoon spent with her in the attic of her log cabin was priceless.
He stands approximately 15” tall.
A perk to being a maker in a small town is the community support. This bunny’s woolen pelt is from a moth eaten wool blanket, left on my front porch by a friend. It was tattered beyond repair but she knew it could find new life. His recycled denim innards came from the insulation in my pastor’s Sunbasket order. But the story of his lace tie is my favorite. Bet Ison, a local quilter, folk artist and curator of the Home for Waward Babydolls (Google it!) invited me to peruse her collection of buttons, fabrics and sewing notions. The dreary February afternoon spent with her in the attic of her log cabin was priceless.
He stands approximately 15” tall.