Take some unassuming yarn, a little book from the Japanese budget shop, then add a few hours of hook work.
A few lopsided stitches later, and I had a little mouse. When this little guy was finished, I was so charmed I made a nest for him in my socks so he could keep me company for my morning beauty routine (such as it is).
At least, I thought I had made a mouse. Apparently, I'd made a bone; a bone of contention. The little lady saw him on my shelf and declared 'I want him!'. I told her no. Now she's pestering me to make one for her... in pink... So far I'm resisting, but I don't know how long I can last. She knows where I keep the yarn.