'an so's the kitchen, too. I am finishing up dabbing on the sculptures for the show, and then clear-coat them outside. Then on the kitchen table are these knitting knobbies and drop spindles being made for the Penguicon show, more than thirty of each:
I could not do this without the teachings from my husband. He taught me some basic woodworking skills, like using a vice and a bench dog, how to set up a jig to hold items while they are drilled, little things like have two drills loaded, one with a smaller bit and one with a larger one, and use them in that order to drill big holes without splitting the wood. These were made with coasters, beads, handles, curtain pulls, dowels from flea markets, beads from exercise and massage equipment and childrens toys. Gluing them this morning, then different fun this afternoon.
After asking about two dozen people if they had any land I could browse for limbs and bits for making baskets and garden supports, one of my former customers has kept in touch, and this afternoon we're going to walk her bramble-filled woods and field and gather materials and start her on making her first basket. She seems daunted that this could actually happen, but once I get her hooked, she'll be able to go for a walk in the dew of the morning, and at day's end be able to hang up a basket she created with her own two hands, independently, with only what God grew on her acres. And I think that is a nifty thing.
Here's the Boo, he hung out with a friend and I in the living room yesterday afternoon, while we tossed around ruffly skirts and hats and leather vests and satin dresses, planning our outfits for Penguicon, figuring out what went on what hat to match what outfit, great girlly silliness that Boo found annoying:
yes, that's a little stuffed mousie under his arm. I tucked it in to make up for all the noises we were making to disturb his highness there.
Will have some basket pictures for you later. Peace.
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