Gaboon ebony and quilted sapelle. Spoon based on a beautiful sculpture by NZ artist Anna Korver.
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Red Mallee Burl
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Okay, this is part 1 of the Pit of Despair. I was really horrified by this back corner when I was starting on Area 1, mostly because Area 1 was spilling backward into it. I couldn’t quite get at it with the humongous cutting table in front, but I got through Area 1 somehow and the Pit of Despair turned out to be much less deep than I thought. The rolling cart rolled right into the Fabric Closet to be sorted out later. It contains projects and pieces my mother left in my care. The Fabric Closet was also able to accomodate my own sewing projects, so no worries there.
I don’t know about the black box of death but it’s almost Halloween and a Black Box of Death is more seasonal than a Christmas tree. Which has been there for two years. Um. Or more. Only a cursory vacuuming here because a project bag that contained $20 worth of glass beads for a beaded knitting project broke and spilled the goods all over. I’ll be picking those up for a while.
Journal Prompt: Day 6 Why clean it and what impact will it have?
It was a horrible mess. I had no access to anything and it was impossible to work. I mean, some people are just waiting around until the "whimsical" part of the program kicks in because they were already pretty tidy, but I was in the group for whom sorting and cleaning was mandatory.
I love space. I have enough space in the middle of my room now to hold a dance or spread out a quilt for pinning. I can open up the cutting table and walk all the way around it. I have a cleared off desk for sketching and doing project planning and a clean sewing table in front of a bright happy window where I can sew. My chair, once repaired, will welcome me at my embroidery once again. Nothing but good times here, folks.
Of course, it is rather brown. I have the brownest workspace in the world. I am thinking about that. I do love brown. But it is all brown, all the time. Thinking, thinking. NO! I won’t paint my woodwork. But I will do other things. Hmmmmm…..
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