My passion. My trade. My obsession… My Hub’s nervousness.
I got to get some metalwork done, and furthering along my last projects for a little while. I got a Rauhnact gift early, a machinist vice of the ‘pony,’ series. Yep, the Hubs has given me every girl’s fantasy:
Yea, when I forge I have to drag everything out of my house and set-up. I don’t like the temporary setting, because a good wind comes by and blows out my propane forge. I’d love to work with a coal-forge again, but I need a building to do that legally. Sigh.
I managed to finish some knives, and a weenie horseshoe that’ll go onto the store in the next couple of days (hopefully). More claws, and if I can swing the materials – FINALLY get to casting iron items from bowls to knives, bronze for pendants, etc.
My blacksmithing is a ritual, a sacred act. Every aspect is closely observed and afterwards I present all the creations of fire and water to Arta, and for ritual knives and tools I personally use, they ‘rest,’ on my bear-skin before any use with them is done to be ‘of the bear’ so to speak.
Now that I got the ‘itch,’ taken care of…
I really wish I could get my mitts on some terracotta clay. I have ash wood that needs burning, and access to chopped oak and elm as well. I’d love to create old works of beauty for this modern age. I love sculpting, I really do.
Sigh. Now about winning that damned power-ball…