When I was a little girl, my Great Gramma made each of the kids these crocheted bunnies. We loved them, and we took them everywhere. We’d tie their arms and legs around us so they could ride our backs on all our adventures. They always smiled, even when tossed into the washer covered in muck. My Great Gramma died when I was 16.
A few months ago, my mom gave me a box of knitting things that belonged to my Grandmother. Stuck between two magazines from the 70′s, I found this crumpled, torn, and tea stained piece of paper covered in scratchings, math problems, and designs. It was my Great Grandmother’s musings of this crocheted bunny. In short order, I interpreted the pattern, and now I carry on the legacy of the St Clair Bunny, making one for each child that comes into my life. This one is for Baby Gwyn, AKA “Pook”.