When I was a toddler I had a floral fabric bunny which I christened bun-bun. Apparently bun-bun went everywhere with me but, sadly I don't know what became of her. I guess she got a little frayed and shabby and might have got lost in one of our moves when I was little. We moved to three different towns/cities in South Africa when I was growing up.
My dad to this day calls me bun-bun, it's something special we have between just the two of us. He softens immediately if I call myself bun-bun when I write home. It's a lovely dad - daughter thing.
My love for bunnies continues to grow and grow, so much so that I actively seek them out and appreciate them in all places, both real and the plastic/ceramic/fabric/paper/yarn/felt/sculpted etc kind. I guess no one really knows this about me :0)
This night light bunny had to be purchased, a glowing, magical night light for sleepy heads. An early Easter present for Alice that couldn't be closed in it's box till Easter. A fresh and beautiful white light bun-bun. Hop bunny hop hop hop xox