Peaches and I went to the exotic vet yesterday, where she was given a clean bill of health. On the way home, we dropped by In Stitches to view their new wares. While Peaches was parked in her carrier in the framing room, contentedly chewing on hay, I roamed around, checking out the new goodies and samplers, one of which was this: Harriot Redfearn 1830 from Queenstown Samplers. Once home, an immediate start was called for! I'm stitching Harriot with the called for NPI silks on 40 count Lakeside Meadow Rue.
Aren't her colors grand? Harriot is a reproduction; you know, based on her exuberant design and use of color, that she'd have been a fun (12-year-old) girl.
The vet said there doesn't appear to be anything physically wrong with Peaches, although they ran blood tests to rule out any infection or hormonal abnormality. What that leaves us with is that Elvis is just a pistol who has decided that Peaches is his bunny and that Pink represents competition in that area. Since Peaches seems to prefer Pink, we're having to decide whether to allow one of the boys to shop for a new bunny girlfriend at Bright Eyes (rabbits prefer to choose their own mates, and rabbit dates are set up wherein the suitor declares his/her love--generally at first sight--and if the feeling is reciprocated, the newly bonded bunny comes home and joins the hutch, and second bunny household is set up in a separate space). BF, however, is not in favor of adopting a fourth rabbit, so we are at an impasse.
Peaches: I got a mani-pedi, had lunch and went to the needlework shop--it was a girl's day out.
Happy week ahead!