Wow, my 200th post.
So, as I heal, I draw. Ideas are pouring out of my little pencil and onto paper. Soon, there will be a new assortment of inspired designs. And, some pole arms and hunting spears, and the beginning of an assortment of ritual short swords.
Thank you Arta for a new, and very PATIENT, post-mistress.
And if the spring pruning around town happens AFTER I’m healed, perhaps a bow or two. I miss bowery. Already gearing up for a black-powder cartridge pistol, and then gunsmithing will be underway!
I feel like me again. Fucking finally.
And I am never above dumpster diving… Guess what I found!
And my Mother in Law gifted me with the best tool I think I’ll ever own. I have really shitty eyesight, always have. I have the best goddamn nose, but my eyesight suffers badly. With some of the small parts I work with – it can be a challenge. Thanks Ma! This little tool is pure awesome, and now I don’t think I can do my smaller work without it!
And, a promised photo of my salt-horn as I finish it up – to be put into the store soon:
I feel the fire in my brain alive again – and I can honestly say it’s nice to have it back. Now to get over the new scars I’ve collected recently… Sigh.