People keep buying us resin rabbits.
I don’t want anyone to think that I begrudge people giving me gifts. On the contrary, I am always touched that people are thinking of me and feel that they want to buy me a gift. However, it’s this feeling that someone has gone out of their way to give me something they think I’ll really like that makes me feel obliged to keep it.
I was first given the little chap on the right in the above photo by a friend of mine who I love dearly. It’s not the sort of thing I would ever pick out for myself, but because it was quite small and because it came from this particular friend I put it in the living room on one of the love handles on the side of the chimney. It was quickly nicknamed “Scary Rabbit” in homage to “Scary Cat”, who Robin bought me when we were first dating. Scary Rabbit is nowhere near as truly terrifying as Scary Cat, but sitting on the chimney and looking down on me with his eternally judging, creepily realistic eyes, he definitely has the ability to send a shiver down my spine.
Tiny resin rabbit judges you.
The problem is that once you have a resin rabbit sitting proudly on your chimney, people see it and think you like them. And then when your birthday rolls around, this happens:
Okay, I actually like that one. He’s a nice looking bunny, more like a garden gnome than a resin rabbit. Plus he lives at the far end of the garden by the vegetables rather than in my living room. And there’s only one of him.
When we first got Merlin the Little Wizard Bunny, we were worried than people would jump on the bandwagon and start buying us rabbit calendars and rabbit tea towels, rabbit aprons and poetry anthologies about bunnies. We figured there would be worse things in the world, and we were right. Calendars, tea towels, aprons and books are all quite small, spend a lot of time put away and can be thrown away when they wear out or run out. What on earth are we supposed to do with our suddenly increasing collection of resin rabbits?
Not even Merlin looks comfortable around the resin rabbits. But he does give you a good sense of just how big the latest addition to our collection is. Oh yes, the resin one is larger than the real one. And he also has the creepily realistic eyes that seem to be the staple of this particular range. He will also be living in the garden rather than the living room.
Now don’t get me wrong, I do like the grey one in the garden, and I always think of my friend when I see the little one judging me from his fireside perch, but please – no more resin rabbits. The hutch is officially full.