I. Could. Not. Help. It.

I was powerless in the face of such cuteness. In my defense, I have been thinking about getting a bunny or two for some time now.
Long, long ago, I had way too many angora bunnies ( 28 to be exact ) and the number of food and water bowls to clean every day and all the grooming required, ruined the experience. I loved having all the fiber, but at the time, it seemed as though the bunnies took more time than the sheep!

Could you resist that face?

So, anyway, I was walking through the vendor area at Midwest on Friday and came to the Vintage Fibers booth, and there she was.  She seemed to be telling me that she really, really wanted to come home with me. For every excuse I could think of, there was a solution. So, I bought her and when we left the festival, I went straight to a discount store to find some sort of temporary container. I ended up with a plastic storage bin for her overnight accommodations. Mike didn't have a go-to-pieces, as I feared he might, so I began to relax and enjoy the whole experience. Saturday night we drove into downtown Chicago to meet Mike's daughter for dinner. We stayed in a wonderful hotel ( The James Hotel ), one block off of Michigan Avenue. I was worried about how to smuggle her into our room, especially with the plastic storage bin, but not to worry........they were pet friendly and said it was fine to have her there. In fact, everyone from the valet who took our car, to the doorman, to the man who took our luggage up, wanted to see her.  The young man who took our luggage to our room texted his girlfriend, who is an avid knitter, and later that evening slipped a note under our door with recommendations for the best yarn shops in Chicago!  I'm telling you, fiber brings out the best in everyone!

Phoebe admiring my other purchase - luscious BFL roving from Blue Moon Fibers

So, I've made several trips to Tractor Supply for a cage and various accessories and Miss Bun* is ensconced in the studio for now. She will ultimately be housed in the barn with the other fiber producers  ( really, she will ), but at the moment, we're having some bonding experiences.

*Actually, her name is Phoebe, as decreed by the grandchildren.