I promised myself that I would not sucomb to the pressure of pastel Easter bunny cuteness. No way, no how, no matter how much persuasion. But then..........it happened. I made a special teeny tiny little bunny for my friends 7 year old grand daughter. Her favourite colour is pink. Her name is Sarah. My daughter's name is Sarah and she also loves pink. How could I disappoint little Sarah. So there you have it one tiny little pink bunny, bursting with cuteness.
I'd like to blame it on the cold that I've had for a week. It put me in a weakened condition. My normal non-cute self would not do this. I must still have had a fever. But no, I have been out of bed for two days now. Unike my dogs who at this very moment are lying in my bed. Bad dogs.
I am feeling quite well. The secret is that lurking deep inside of me is a special fondess for sweet pink bunnies, especially when I know it will make a little girl smile. Shhh, don't tell I would not want the word to get out that I can embrace pastel for a good cause.