After Christmas I always start to dread the new year. I am not filled with enthusiasm for a new year, I generally feel a bit wistful that another one is over. I feel flat at the thought of three whole months spent broke and on a diet in miserable weather with nothing to look forward to but [stinky] daffodils and Easter eggs. Spring always seems to be a long time coming here in England.
Feeling tired and stressed in the build up to Christmas, I chose not to be maudlin at the start of 2014 and vowed to myself that I'd do everything I could to make the last of the Winter more enjoyable. I decided I would eat exactly what I fancy (no diets here yet, thank you) and keep the house as warm, light and welcoming as I possibly can.
Pies and stews have been cooked and eaten, woodburners have been lit and my favourite candles have been filling the house with the cosy scent of nutmeg and spices. I have been feeling very unwell - absolutely worn out - and have needed time to recharge my batteries.
I have kept my weekends generally clear and undemanding to allow me to spend as much time as possible curled up in an armchair with nothing to do but knit and stitch.
I bought the kit for Miss Maggie Rabbit a while before Christmas and deliberately saved her for my new year project. I was a little anxious about starting as I wasn't sure I'd be able to do a very good job, but I was surprised by how simple the pattern is.
The felt that Alicia chose for the rabbit is a joy to work with and I enjoyed every minute of stitching it. The instructions were easy to follow and the little dress was fun to make too. I especially liked stitching the little pair of felt boots.
I made the rabbit for myself. I planned to sit her on the shelves in my craft room where I could admire her daily. Everything about her pleases me; her ears, particularly, which are made of my favourite Liberty print. Unfortunately, my niece saw a photo and immediately declared she would like Miss Maggie herself. I smiled non-commitally and deliberated for a couple of weeks about whether a five year old would *really* appreciate her as much as I do.
But you know the end of this story. Miss Maggie has been renamed Mimi and is now sitting, minus cape and boots, on the pink pillow of my little niece who, it turns out, loves 'Mimi' even more than I do. I am going to have to make another for myself and have been pondering what fabric I'll use next time for Miss Maggie Jr's dress.