Update post about bunny::

She’s still here — my long-eared, soft-bodied little bunny — quietly perched on the edge of my sewing box, legs dangling, ears flopping, watching the days go by.

I haven’t dressed her yet.
No buttons, no bonnet, no apron stitched with daisies.
No face either — not just yet.

Somehow, it hasn’t felt like the moment. And maybe that’s okay. Some things ask to be made slowly. Some characters arrive one part at a time, and then wait (so patiently) for the rest to reveal itself.

She doesn’t mind. I think she likes being in-between.

There’s a certain magic in this limbo space — before the outfit is chosen, before the name arrives, before the story begins. She’s not waiting to be finished, really. She’s just… becoming. In her own time.

And in the meantime, she keeps me company in the studio.
Quiet, kind, curious.

I know the inspiration will come. Maybe on a rainy morning. Maybe with a cup of tea in hand and a basket of scraps at my feet. Until then — I’m learning to trust the stillness. And let the stitches wait.