As it turns out, when the tough gets going, Dr. B. does something else.
Rather than attaching the ears and embroidering the face of this rabbit yesterday, I made a dress instead.
Look, I got scared. Real scared. I wasn't ready to ruin my beloved rabbit with some bad embroidery. I did manage to draw a face on very lightly, but after that, it was all chicken all the time.
What's ridiculous is that I don't think I've ever sewn an item of clothing before (except for that Holly Hobby bathing suit I've mentioned). But suddenly, sewing a small dress with pleats seemed like the perfect thing to do to calm my nerves.
If you'd been here while I was making it, I think you would've been impressed with the number of flaws there were in the process. And the number of times I spoke out loud to myself about the whole thing.
"Oh, I'll just make this the back piece. No one will notice."
"Well. I guess I'll just slice this whole part off. Then it will line up, and everything will be fine. FINE!"
"Mmm. Well. It is what it is."
I am not in the running for Miss Rabbit Dress 2007 . But you know what? That's really OK.
I think I'll be OK, everyone.