Saturday evening I got busy tearing t-shirts into strips, twisting them and then hot gluing them onto my bunny. I ran out of glue sticks when I got to her belly button. I had Scott and Emi stop by 3 stores to no avail. One CVS was out of business, another closed and Walgreens did not have glue sticks. It was too late to head to Walmart because
Side note: When I researched the meaning of "chindi," I found a couple of meanings. The first one was interesting and something I will ask my sister-in-law about someday (she is half Navajo).
In Navajo religious belief, a chindi (Navajo: chʼį́įdii) is the ghost left behind after a person dies, believed to leave the body with the decedent's last breath. It is everything that was bad about the person; the "residue that man has been unable to bring into universal harmony".
Yipes! That is NOT the meaning for my bunny. When I saw the chindi reindeer idea in 2014, it reminded me of a rag rug I had in my first apartment, like this one:
|As in Chindi, Himachal Pradesh, India NOT Chucky|
|Chindi Easter Bunny|