The holiday crush is over, all that's left is to pay the bills. The stemware I whittled ended up being a bit of a full court press; I thought I had started early enough, but two or three restarts on the cat set me back. Getting them done meant whittling every day, and I can't tell you how good that felt. I haven't put that much effort into whittling in far too long.
Sittin' here now on the edge of the New Year, looking over the year to come with a head cold, lucky me. I got involved in a spoon exchange on the WCI forum, roughed one out over the holiday and started whittling- I can't help it , it's making me giddy. (could be the cold meds... ) I feel like Allister Sims as Ebeneezer Scrooge on Christmas morning in that old black & white movie I love to watch every year. Been thinking of a spoon for a while, the exchange is small so a perfect time to stretch my limits a little.
Makin chips, trying something new, and dreaming abut having my bare feet in some hot sand, head in the sun, making chips on a tropical beach. Sounds of surf and seabirds, and no watch or clock to be seen.
See you there-
Buffalo Bif
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