Monday, 3 June 2013

drawing straws

what's that Annette? 
time for a Give-Away?!

okay then, I'll get practising


 lah dah da dah da...


 hemmm hmmm hmmm hmm...


 treeem treee treee tre...


 deeeh deee deeeh dee dee..


 uh? now hang on a sec!

I'm not wasting my time here, this better be worth it
I don't do this straw pulling for magnets you know

....so whats you giving away girly?


yeah, okay Wesley, a step up from a magnet this time

I'm giving away* my Deer at Midnight brooch 

like it?


A one-of-a-kind, not-for-shrinking-violets, handmade by me here in Scotland, purdy stag brooch

this cervidae is out in all his sparkle at midnight, amongst the jewels and glamour and glitz
and is excited about sitting on your breast, em, chest, and taking the cool evening air

made from an old Scottish kilt, scraps of ribbon, black faux fur tufts, the end of a shiny bracelet, a sparkly lil' crystal bead and lots of scrappy sewing


 alrighty then, I reckon that's worth a bit of my time

...and some dried carrots and some oatcakes and a piece of your toast and..



*Roolz -
leave a comment below (saying how beautiful the brooch is yadda yadda) 
&
do one of the following 
- blog about this
- FB it
- tweet it
- pinterest it
- tell your ma 
- tell your bf
- tell your bff
- tell your bbfff (?!!) 
- tell your dog
- tell your rabbit 

and if you do more than one of the above I WILL WRITE YOUR NAME ON AN EXTRA BIG STRIP OF PAPER :)


good luck!

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

*the stars will bring you your love*

~I have always believed in the stars, though it took me years to realise this, and I have always believed in love, though it took me years to acknowledge this~

and now ~ I only live my life by the stars and love


alrighty then, having set the tone, I can only be referring to true love now, can I

because no matter what, the stars will bring you together

and my very first Papa Hare - Resolute - learned very young that the stars will give you your soulmate, you just have to believe, in your heart,

and so....

When Resolute was still very tiny, he was out with his mama one day, on a discovery excursion, as she took him across the meadow and down by the edge of the forest, across the stream and up along the side of the field, pointing out all the interesting things that small hares should know about. 
At the edge of the field they stopped for a rest, enjoying the sunshine amongst the tall grasses. Mama dozed off in the warmth for a few minutes, and unbeknownst to her Resolute scampered off, still excited about seeing new things. He had hardly gone any distance when he saw a fence and beyond the fence was a garden and in the garden was a strange shaped thing with a small fence on it, and inside the strange shaped thing was the most beautiful sight baby hare Resolute had ever seen in his very short life. 
As he gazed at his new discovery, the discovery gazed right back at him, and neither of them moved a whisker. 
Resolute was looking at a very pretty grey thing, with strange long things on each side of her head. He felt his heart pounding and his paws began to tingle, his mouth became very dry and he tried to speak but nothing came out. All he could do was smile at her, and all she did was smile back at him. 
Then just as he was about to step forward and introduce himself, he heard his mama bark his name, so he dashed back thru the shrubs and grasses to her. Mama scolded him and said that he must never go off on his own again, especially not to fences, as fences were not safe places. And with that, they made a quick journey home. 
But all Resolute could think about was the grey doe he had seen and every time he thought about her his heart raced. As soon as he was allowed out to explore by himself he made the long journey back across the meadow to the forest and over the stream and thru the field, where he raced as fast as he could to the fence. Completely forgetting mama’s wise words. He peered thru the fence and tried to sort of remember the garden and the small fence on the thing in the garden, but none of it looked familiar and he couldn’t see any small fence and he couldn’t see any grey beautiful creature gazing back at him. No matter how far he followed the fence, there was still nothing nowhere. 
He finally made his way back, tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably, tripping over the rocks and fallen branches and stumbling on the divots, until eventually he was home. 
Mama could see from his disheveled unkempt state that he was distraught, and within minutes he had blurted everything out to her, and did mama know why the pretty grey thing had no ears? 
Why, ofcourse mama knew, and she explained to Resolute that what he had seen was a people-rabbit, and she did have ears, but that they were long and flat, not like the normal little silly meadow rabbits with the small pointy ears. 
And so every day after that Resolute would make the long round trip over to the fence to look for his sweetheart, and every day he would return home sad and dejected. 
Well, this behaviour could not go on forever, so one day mama gave him a small present that she had found on the edge of a picnic blanket that very morning, in the hopes of cheering him up. It was a tiny toy fabric rabbit with really, really long ears, and mama said that if he kept it close to his heart, then one day the stars would bring his real rabbit to him. Oooooh! gasped Resolute, and he hugged the little plush close to his heart, as his heart started to race.
Now that he is all grown up he has a baby of his own. Well, not really his own, as one day he sort of came across an abandoned leveret as he was out and about, on his daily trips to the fence. 
He reckoned that there was no harm in checking the fence every day just incase that beautiful rabbit came back, and besides he had started to enjoy the excursions and got to stretch his legs. Though on this particular day he stumbled on a very small baby, with cuts all over his fur, crying and shaking, not far from the fence. 
Resolute looked around to see if there were any mothers near by, I mean, what on earth was he going to do with a baby, and how on earth could he look after one? What with feeding and cleaning and educating and all that, surely that was very complicated and only something a mother could do, so he scanned the horizon but not a single one was to be seen. 
Though the baby had rushed over immediately to him and was now shivering and clinging onto his leg by this stage. So he scooped the youngster up and took him home, where he gave him a good clean and found some tender new shoots for his dinner. 
And he was even thinking about giving his little fabric hare to his new charge, but on second thoughts he thought not. Just incase it gets torn or squashed or dirtied. After all, that tiny hare still sleeps beside him on his pillow every night when he dreams about his sweetheart.
Resolute is looking forward to dozing cosily on your armchair by the French windows on that crazily patterned rug. Lois will be right by his side! Now that he is living with his sweetheart, after such a long time of being apart from her, they will be inseparable. They have a lot of catching up to do since that day by the fence. But it won’t be an awkward type of catching up, because they are soulmates and accept each other completely. Even though Lois is a rabbit with extra long ears and Resolute in a hare with long ears, but er, not as long as hers, and he loves everything about her! 
His mama was right because he had kept the tiny toy rabbit close to his heart all that time and the stars did bring him his love! 
So, they would like some private time together thank you. What do you mean they can have private time when you go to bed, that’s not very fair is it? not everyone wants to canoodle in the dark now, do they. Sometimes it’s nice to canoodle in the afternoon, sometimes in the morning and sometimes as they are having dinner, that’s one of the perks of being in love. 
And why do they have to wait so long for you to go to bed, c’mon for goodness sake, surely you’ve seen thatmovie before haven’t you – it’s the one where she finds the ring box in his scrappy old pair of trousers that she was going to throw out and as she turns around he’s kneeling down infront of her, asking her to marry him, sigh! so romantic


and Baby Hare Sure

One day Sure decided that he was going to go and explore a little bit further than any of his friends had done. He made up his mind to see what was on the other side of the meadow. 
But he didn’t tell mama and he didn’t tell any of his friends. He wanted it to be a surprise, so that when he returned home he would let everyone know about the wonderful things he had seen. 
Anyway, that was the plan. 
So when kindergarten finished and the babies were making their way home along the edge of the wood, Sure pretended that he had forgotten something back at school and scampered off, and as soon as he was out of sight of his pals he veered off the path and headed straight to the meadow. 
He was pretty excited and imagined the things he would see. As he made his way up to the edge of the meadow his head was filled with butterflies and friendly little birds, squirrels and lots and lots of happy insects and pretty flowers and some of those tasty herb things mama had pointed out to him once. 
But then out of nowhere he heard a very loud scary noise, and he froze. He was rooted to the spot then suddenly, something inside him made him start running. But he had no idea where he was running to, or what he was running from, only that he was running. Running very, very fast, and running away from that scary barking noise. Until he bounced off something and landed in a heap, sprawled amongst the bushes. 
He couldn’t get up, so he lay there for a very long time, shaking, with his heart pounding wildly. But he couldn’t hear the noise any more, so that was good. Though he didn’t know where he was. He had darted across the meadow so fast that he was now completely lost, and what was even scarier was that there was a fence in front of him. And mama and his teachers had always said that fences were bad and you had to stay away from them. 
So Sure did the only thing he could do, he started to cry and sob and wail. His fur began to matt up with all the tears falling down and his nose was running and he could feel pains all over his body and noticed so many cuts on his legs. He was in a bad way. 
Then he saw a big shape in front of him and on looking up there was a papa hare. Sure darted right over to him and grabbed his front leg, not letting go, and sobbed even harder, as he was now so happy to be safe!
Sure is looking forward to sitting comfortably on your armchair by the French windows. Not the same chair as papa though, because papa will be sharing his chair with his new wife Lois. 
And Sure doesn’t want to be on there too, it will be far too cramped, and he might step on an ear. 
Besides he will be so happy to have his very own chair, and he’ll be going out into the garden every day and spending time amongst your flowers and all the little insects and the birds. He’s not too keen on your fence though so he won’t be going near it. He hopes you understand. 
Though he’s really looking forward to all the delicious meals he’ll be having with you. Papa has not been the best cook and sometimes he’s been really very hungry after dinner, not because there wasn’t much on his plate, but because it tasted rather funny. Papa said that he would be taking cooking lessons so that he could cook for his new wife but Sure is pretty sure that the lessons won’t make much difference at all. 
It’s just that papa has floundered in quite a few of the domestic departments, especially compared to his mama, from what he remembers of her, way back then. She was a great cook and could sew really well and read him bedtime stories every night, unlike papa, who had to ask one of the birds to help him sew up that dirty little stuffed toy he still carries around with him. Not even Sure has a toy that filthy! Infact he is well past carrying toys around with him. I mean, aren’t toys for babies?



...and incase you were thinking that Lois was a figment of my over-active imagination? - well, here is the beautiful long-eared lady herself!!
(on that crazily-patterened rug)


and totally head over heels in love with Resolute, when he found her 
and they met for the first time with no fence between them

*sigh*  true love!

Lois lives in America, and as you can see, they are inseparable!

it's always a pleasure to muster up a story that has such a personal touch, and quite a few of my stories have been written in this way - can't wait to publish my first book! I'm getting really excited because I've written a few hundred stories now and every now and then when I read thru them I find myself smiling and being surprised *(humble blushes :)*


anyway, to accompany Resolute, Sure and the tiny long-eared plush was a handful of hares - donations for a rescue that Lois' mum volunteers at - Special Bunny in Seattle


I wrapped each one in it's own package, so that they have 3 lagomorphs to auction off. 
thank you Tamara!
Always nice to help out and know that there is alot of love out there for the rescue rabbits. People are so kind and generous with their time and their hearts, and that is so touching.


so... with all this talk about love and soulmates and forever afters, I thought it would be nice if I made a poster of my Family Rules handmade card, so

I added some more hares wearing pink roses and splashed them around the affirmations


and printed out a couple different sizes -
A5 for your desk and

A4 for your wall

pretty? 

I'm pretty happy with them! and these are the roolz I live by every day, now that I follow my heart and listen to the stars

as my little heart sleeps on the stars between my feet as I work


hey Annette! extra-long ears are over-rated eh, I rather like my small straight ones 
- anyway, you just give my brow a good scratch there, slave, er sweetie...

mmmmm *puurrrrrr** *purrr**


mmmm *pu....  huh!?  
where d'ya go? get back here.....

Saturday, 4 May 2013

"a crown for the King" said the kittens


I've made a few hare brooches now and really enjoy creating them


like all my beasties, they 'become' themselves as I stuff and adorn and smile at them

and so...


my latest became a king!

hey! what's this rubbish? I'm the King in this kingdom!
"I banish you, small and insignificant scatty little piece of nothingness to the dungeons.... Be Gone!"


uh! okay then.... Wesley has spoken...

anyway, to accompany the King at court is the dandy



these gorgeous statement brooches are not for paupers or shrinking violets


they are for brave and confident and proud beings, 

such as, er, kings and dandys...


and so I introduce to you the first of my Man Brooches!! yaaay (big cheer)


(not that I would ever call a man a dandy to his face)
(except the dandiest of dandys - Rupert Everett, who was ever so amazing in My Best Friends Wedding, with that not-quite-a-dandy hot dude Dermot Mulroney *sigh* *drool*)

yeah, yeah, drool on the - what! there's 2 of them!!? 
- hey! I thought I banished it, em, them to the....


oh Wesley, you little sweetheart! stop having kittens :)

isn't that the nicest of sayings? instead of saying 'stop going off your head' or 'get a grip' or 'face it' or all manner of other slightly derogatory and un-nice words strung together

kittens are so sweet, and tiny and helpless and cute and omg! and..

- so I made some of thems :)

a handful of kittens, just opened their eyes

(for those of you who don't know, and are about to say 'but they are baby rabbits' - well, baby rabbits are actually called kittens)


so don't go having kittens over my facetiousness - here's a 'real' one if you so wish :)

with a littly ribbon tail adorned with a tinkly bell, aaaw adorable!


and a cute lil' rabbity kitten, aaaaw adorable!

all happily waiting in my etsy shop for their new spring homes,
along with the, er, king and dandy!

...ooops, I have to go, the white furry King is calling the slave

Sunday, 28 April 2013

Sexy Hot stuff! - a man's touch at The Leverets Nest

I go to my local cinema, Cineworld, every Orange Wednesday with my mum to catch the latest flick and I always enjoy the pre-movie trailers and the ads.

Lately it's been the new Diet Coke ad, with some lean dude mowing the lawn who gets wet and has to take his shirt off and ... you all know the story I'm sure...

and so I thought to myself - 

if coke-a-cola use sex to sell their brown sugary drinks, surely I can use a lil' bit of hot stuff to sell my hares huh?!


Well, I happen to workout 6 days a week in an excellent free weight gym with serious athletes and they spot for me when I am benching 60+kgs, or decline pressing 70kgs, and give me the best advice ever on my deadlifts, which were an easy 13 reps on 80kg last time (will be 90kg next week for sure)

anyway, you get the picture - they are all super nice to me


and so, one of the super-nicest ones kindly said yes to me, he would hold my hares and humour me, as I took snaps to spice up my etsy shop a bit :)

Baby hare Adair was so excited! 
his blue coat perfectly matched the rack and he was held as gently and tenderly as a newborn


and Baby hare Fergus was thrilled at being in the gym because his eyes are the colour of the walls and he wanted to meet my friends too, 
(he was about to win the arm wrestle but I missed the shot)

plus, Fergus' coat is slightly tatty with threads fraying as it was once the lining of a jacket, and the gym is also a bit careworn with it's chips and dents and all that - and Ferg loved that - and me too!


Adair and Ferg had a few words about who was the strongest baby, as they eyed the impressive arms they were held in
slightly leaner Ferg said appearances had nothing to do with it, just look at Annette, scrawny but strong,
and 
more robust Adair said - well, big weights means big muscles - just look at our new friend here


Baby hare Fighter was more than pleased because his dinosaur filled coat matched the cam pants and boots of his new pal, as they discussed the tastiest protein intake


Fighter said that he had only tried the occasional ear wig and ant that had crossed his path, after all he was a hare and hares are meant to be vegetarian
mind you, the ant was tasty he said, but he's not told anyone yet....


Mother hare Vortexa, on the left, and Mother hare Matrexa were so delighted to see inside my gym, 
and em, to be pressed tight against the chest of their special new friend
(the bench had some drool on it afterwards, so I made them wipe it up, as that's only gym protocol...)


Matrexa oohed at the huge weights, then spotted the mirror and started to groom her coat


but then her eye caught sight of the amazing tattoo on her new friends arm, and my, my she sure had some compliments to give him, 
because, she went on, did he know that her coat is from an upcycled tea towel that came from the Northern Territory in Australia where Annette grew up? and it's of an Aboriginal painting of a crocodile
very beautiful he said, and well - did you know that mine comes from the New Zealand Maori warriors?
oooooh sighed Matrexa, purring with delight


well what about my beautiful coat too, barked Vortexa, 
and she was about to make a big scene 
when she too received many flattering compliments about her markings and had her fur stroked attentively
much purring followed
(Vortexa is a gift for a very lovely lady in Texas, so won't be going into my etsy shop)

then finally when my new model's hand had nearly fallen off with all the patting and the hares were content 
I gave him the tiniest hare of the day - 


now you see me!

now you don't!

ha ha, isn't that the best ever hide-n-seek!

this is my Drive Safe with Baby Hare and the little hare was so happy to meet someone who shares the same great taste in fabrics!

and for such a tiny hare she kept a good conversation and wanted to know all about his wheels, what was the harepower, did it have mags, what was its zero to 60 and did it have ......
horsepower he corrected her, 
oh, blinked the tiny hare, pretending not to hear .....



then it was time for the ring wearing man to brush up on the rules of marriage with my postcard set
namely the postcard about giving during games time (perhaps it can be applied to monopoly or various card games, though personally, when playing those type of games I take no prisoners :)
'remember marriage is a game that must be played on a 50/50 basis - give and take - bear and forbear'

but ofcourse, tough men already know the roolz :) and have nothing to prove


so it was onto my Grey Hare Card next.
ready to ship and with an assortment of grey hares on the front, celebrating another year of your life, as you add yet another grey hair to your head....
and not necessarily another candle to an ever increasing cake circumference....


you must be joking Annette! - this is what you do outside the gym - cutting out hares for a living?
and I thought you had a serious job.....


... right, thank god that's over!
I'm thirsty after all that gym-bunny stuff
got anything for me to drink?

- and remember - real men drink real coke!

ha ha :)
thanks SO much to my awesome model!!!
yay - he's the best :)
and so much better than the diet coke dude

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

hey! show me the bunny

a few days ago I whipped up some treats -


purdy lil' rabbit shaped cookies!

flavour - not known, rather buttery though
consistency - harder than steel
taste - surprisingly edible


I ain't no cook that's for sure. But I do love my biscuits and cakes and I love my little rabbit cookie cutters that I got in a dollar shop (oh, okay, a £1 shop, which would make it a $2 shop!)

and since I am not really a follower of rules - in my book rules are to be broken - I mixed and matched the recipe a bit.
So for those of you who would like to whip up these lagomorphs too, this is what I did:

surfed online, got a simple biscuit recipe at sainsburys.co.uk
scribbled it down -

500g sugar
500g butter
500g flour
cream butter and sugar together, then add flour. Roll out and cut shapes. Put in preheated oven 180degrees for 10 to 12 mins. Let cool on rack. Eat and boast

So - I got the ingredients ready, opened one slab of butter 250g and started to mush and grind it into the huge bowl of sugar whilst I was watching hot stuff Jason Bourne take out half of London.
Nearly ripped my arm off with the exertion so passed the mix to my mum to have a go, who finished beating it all together.
5 minutes later decided that I was not going to bother adding the other 250g pack of butter, as my arm was still sore and it looked like there was more than enough butter in there already anyway.
Went thru to the kitchen but left the door open so I could still keep an eye on busy busy Jason
Poured in some flour and it looked like a snowstorm had hit town!
so, wondering how I was going to get it to absorb the other 400g of flour, I cracked an egg into it
well, that made it clog up even more
so I added a few splashes of soy milk
My mum came in and said something about sticking to the recipe - what recipe?!
Anyway, I struggled with the glug for a while, Jason had made his way to Russia so I came back thru to watch the last 10 mins
then back to the kitchen
where I managed to finally get all the flour in and it seemed to have some sort of consistency where I could latch on to a chunk and press it into a slab on a well floured tray
My mum intervened to say to use a rolling pin - what rolling pin? - meaning, oh god, not another thing I am going to have to wash up
So I did use the rolling pin and managed to get the dough so thin on the tray that it stuck real well.
Had to prize some of it off with a knife, but managed to use my uber-cutesy rabbit cookie cutters and spent the next hour rolling, prizing, cutting and placing the buns on the baking trays.
Put the first tray in the oven to see the rabbits puff up like balloons,
Then being the fast learner that I am, I put the next tray on the bottom shelf, and they puffed up only a tiny bit, and looked more like rabbits than bullfrogs.
Waited for them to brown a bit, put them up onto the top shelf, added the next tray to the bottom shelf - and so began the endless, mindless cycle of watching your cookies bake
- as I tried not to slaver on them as I removed the browned batches, and puffed up with pride at my creations.

About an hour or two later I giddily made my way out of the kitchen, glad to have eaten only one rabbit in the whole baking process, it was minus an ear anyway, and looked more like a guinea pig, so just had to go

then collected some of the buns into a big tub, after leaving a small warren-filled tub for my mum


but it wasn't just me that I was cooking for.
Oh no, as my mission was actually to bake Wes another supply of fibre rich heart cookies which help keep his back molars ground down and hence stop spurs from growing, and so, stopping him from getting zonked out and having an unnecessary trip to the vets 


These are the sugar filled gems that my little beastie goes mad over every single morning when I crawl out of bed and he races under my feet in the kitchen waiting for his 'breakfast'

They have baby food in them (pear and apple, apple and banana, mango and kiwi fruit and, okay - just joking, but they are pretty groovy ingredients)
and they have dried carrots, ground herbs (thanks mum :) chopped alfalfa grass, allen and page rabbit pellets, rolled oats and sometimes a freshly chopped banana, but I forgot to put one in this time, and I think that is about it.

Want the recipe for this one?
well, every time they come out slightly different but it is roughly:

1 moderate sized tea cup pellets
1 ms tea cup rolled oats
2 small jars baby food (the size of a kiwi fruit)
1 handful chopped dried carrots (I use Burns carrots)
1 handful chopped alfalfa hay (I just snip it with my fingers to 1cm lengths when watching Jason watch Pamela Landy ....)
1/2 handful dried herbs, rabbit mix from Burns, ground in grinder

add water to the mix to get a not too wet consistency
press into a heart cookie cutter whilst on the baking tray
do this about 200 times.....
put tray into preheated over around 250degrees
cook for about 10 mins on top shelf
take tray out, after 5 mins use a butter knife to turn cookie over to lumpy side
place tray back in oven on bottom shelf for 5 to 10 mins
and do this, tray up, tray down, tray in, tray out, until all the mix is used up
and you really need a seat and a cup of tea 
then place all cookies, piled up on a couple trays, in oven for about 10 to 20 mins, turn heat down to maybe 180/150degrees
making sure cookies do not turn brown as they burn easily

then the next day, when you discover they are slightly spongy and did infact need that extra 10 mins in the still- hot oven, spread out on wooden chopping boards in your living room in the sunny spots and leave to air dry and crisp up for a couple hours

then puff up with pride, store in cute little containers and give one to your demanding rabbit every morning


as you enjoy your cup of tea in your supermarine spitfire mug with lagomorph cookies in the sunny spot!

It was not only hearts and buns that I've been cooking up lately - I just made up a small batch of summer meadow hare brooches for an exhibition I was invited to participate in!


I got an email the other day asking if I would like to send some hares down to Manchester for an upcycled/recycled exhibition

ofcourse I said yes, because most of my work uses already-used fabrics and stuffs - like old bits of jewellery and key chains and scraps of this and thats

so I laid out some hares on a sheet to see how many should go (the big hare at the back, Baby Hare Sure is already sold and I will be writing his story this evening as soon as I finish this post), as he was just there for an example, cos I will have 2 more hares behind the mothers Vespertine and Starbright


and some of these summer meadow hare brooches will be going down there too


I pulled apart a funky retro necklace with big oval rings on it, and a sparkly bracelet with opalescent jewels that compliment the mint green hares beautifully


and I have a large stash of vintage pearls from my gran that adorn endless brooches, and then I always find interesting little bits of sparkly metal things that I like to attach to them as well


I think they look rather spiffing, eh?

- it's all faux fur bits too. ofcourse :)


I'm rather liking this grey one with the bow and long tails and scrap of long silvery bracelet strand with a glistening grey jewel

- perhaps it may be staying behind.........


hey, what's this mess on my plate? 
I'm not into dried grass and tree bark, not whilst there's tasty little sugar and butter filled treats on the go -

so c'mon - show me the bunnys!!??


hope you enjoy cooking your own treats :)