meoww-maid: nefarious-kinks: I cant help but get choked up a little. In the first photo is a stack o
meoww-maid: nefarious-kinks: I cant help but get choked up a little. In the first photo is a stack of index cards. Every single one of them has a paddle order on it (minus a few dozen that didnt end up on a card). I cant thank everyone enough who supported me along the way in my wood working journey. But I think it’s time to toss this stack of cards. Which leads me to the second photo, my shop. More specifically me packing up my shop because I’m moving. Some changes in my life and I’m sad to say that I’m leaving this place. I rebuilt it from the ground up and from there it turned into something so much more than a little man cave. I wont soon forget this place but I’m excited (and nervous) for what the future brings. I will be setting up a temporary shop as I transition through my move, but cant wait till I find a place I can make my own again. I remember the first time walking into your shop. I was blindfolded and so nervous to be “in your space” for the first time. I still remember the smell of wood hitting me, ever since then every time I walk into your shop the smell alone reminds me of that night. I’m always so fascinated to watch you work and hear about your thought process when you are working on new ideas. I’ll miss being perched on the counter tops but I’m excited for these new changes. I look forward to you setting up a new space and building new memories. This makes me smile, and frown at the same time. Smiling because this is where you hand made my ruler, and yardstick, and my gift to Sephie, but it’s also where you made many others. And, sad, because while I know, things need to happen, memories will never be forgotten. Hugs my friend. -- source link