Our eldest recently left home to really start his own life,
new job, new house and new location. However it wasn’t so much losing a son as
gaining room(s) for all of Sue’s collection of spindles, wheels and looms, not
to mention the stash, or hoard as it’s become. Do I mean hoard? Going back to
Viking times they were a weird mass of hairy objects taking over parts of the
country…. Yes Hoard is about right!!
But can I really complain? Since turning a couple of cricket
stumps into a pair of extreme knitting needles for Sue a couple of years ago,
I’ve become hooked on making things from wood. Various tools have followed
together with a bit of a wood collection that is taking over the garage.
Whenever we go walking, I keep my eye out for a good stick to throw ‘for the
dog’. One of these days we may actually
get a dog, but for now the stick becomes part of my ‘hoard’.
I’m impressed by all the wonderful clever designs I see
around for spindles and the real artisans who make them. But for me it’s about
what the wood wants to ‘give up’. I’ve often said I make sawdust and things
fall out, and in many ways that’s how I feel. I want to make things that people
like, enjoy holding and playing with and if it also does a functional job, so
much the better. So if you buy a spindle, or any other turned wood related product
from us, whilst there may be similar ones around, no one will ever have the
same, as I’m not that clever and trees just don’t grow like that.
