Bunny of Shame
Yesterday I took a step back from posting. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. It was just that I pushed myself so hard in an attempt to push through this awkward phase I’ve been having that my artwork suffered as a consequence. And I don’t mean a little bit. The portrait that I drew was so stiff and awkward that I didn’t even recognize it as my work. Every aspect of it was just…off. So I took a break from portraits again today and decided to give you something a bit different.
Ladies and Gentlemen…Boys and Girls… I give you the Bunny of Shame! Duhn-Duhn-Duhn!
I have this obsession with chocolate bunnies. Every year around Easter these little beauties grace the shelves of our local shops and I always get really giddy about it. I always plan to buy one for myself so that I can bite off its head Barbarian-style right after Easter dinner. But for three years in a row I’ve missed out on these little treats. I try to wait until a few days before Easter to buy one so that I don’t eat it before the holiday and then something always keeps me from buying one. I get sick the week of Easter or I have to run out of town; my neighbor’s dog starts trying to start the zombie apocalypse…again! Something always thwarts me. So last Easter I got wise and bought myself a bunny as soon as they hit the shelves. In order to keep me from eating it, I wrapped it securely and placed it lovingly in the back of my refrigerator so that I could later devour it while watching Peter Rabbit. Except, I forgot about my bunny. It’s been hanging out way it the back of my fridge behind my not-so-favorite blackberry jam and the pickle jars for several months now. Oops. Oh well, maybe I’ll get another one next Easter…and remember to eat it. For now I’ll just hang my head low and weep over my Bunny of Shame.