Woodburning

I had a great time making this. 


Moss Terrarium


I Heart Driftwood Chips

This morning I packed up the POS and cash drawer and now we’re officially closed. Super sad. Tomorrow morning I start at the other mall. It’s probably gonna suck.

But tonight I started wood burning, which does not suck at all. It’s pretty dang awesome. I did one practice thingamabob and then it was straight to driftwood chips, which are even more awesome.

I have done six so far, the others with names for friends and family, spending about two hours on them altogether. I have a sore spot on one of my fingers from the handle, so I wrapped it in some duct tape. Hopefully that will help some. But I’m probably done for the day anyway. It’s on to filing my taxes after this.

 


Is This Heaven? No, It’s Hobby Lobby

My most excellent husband ordered me a Weller wood burning kit from Amazon, and it came in today. I was surprised and excited to see it after coming home from a long day of packing transfers and emptying cabinets and drawers. I got a ton of goodies from work, including our fax machine/copier/printer, but that’s another post. img_5052

After we went through the bag of personalized for display stuff and dribs and drabs of supplies, we went to Hobby Lobby for some wood and stuff for me to practice. I got:

  • 6 wood slats
  • 3 4×6 wood frames
  • 7 oz. of beautiful driftwood chips
  • brass wire brushes
  • needle nose pliers
  • one small stand up wooden letter O (on clearance for sixteen cents)
  • 2 8×10 watercolor canvases
  • 5 10×10 canvas panels

Those last two are not for wood burning. I can’t go to a craft store and not pick up a canvas or two. I don’t have it in me.

We wandered, and I walked the aisles just touching things as I passed by. Soft fan brushes, sparkling beads, rubber stamps, feather boas. I love Hobby Lobby. Michael’s is nice and all, but it isn’t Hobby Lobby.

Hobby Lobby is huge, and it just flows together so nicely. You hardly realize that you’ve just crossed through beading on your way from fine art to seasonal because the transition is the opposite of jarring.

The ceilings are so high, and the store is so brightly lit, but it’s still somehow cozy from all the warmly inviting furniture bits. There is so much. Arts and crafts for years and decades and centuries. So much.

There’s even new age hippie ass ambient music at just the right volume.

I could spend forever there.

If there is a heaven, I just hope it looks like Hobby Lobby.