So, I look more suited for Nascar. A simple and scruffy guy in boots and ballcap who happens to be a great knitter. A year ago I suffered homelessness and was sent a live in the woods, 20 miles from ...
So, I look more suited for Nascar. A simple and scruffy guy in boots and ballcap who happens to be a great knitter. A year ago I suffered homelessness and was sent a live in the woods, 20 miles from the nearest town. With no car, no money, and beginning to lose hope, I started knitting teddy bears to sell so that I could feed myself. My teddy bears have opened up doors for me I never knew existed....
Don't you remember the great story of the Velveteen Rabbit? Little boy loved his stuffed rabbit, loved it dearly. Then the little boy gets sick and practically everything he owns, clutched at, held for comfort, including the stuffed rabbit, had to be burned so the boy wouldn't be sick again once he recovered. However, with the magic of love, the little bunny became a real bunny, sped on through the woods and lived on.
That's how I've been feeling lately. Like a little boy. I've been ill, and in the process, everything I've clutched for dear life is being destroyed. So, here's my bunny, my rabbit, come to life to speed on through the world and become real, loved, and magically on his own. I purposely made one ear slightly off to the side, a sign of his approach of quietness, of his tenderness, and of his sympathy.