Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
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Today, I decided to make a spoon. I have zero experience carving wood, and I don’t really know what tools I should use, but I figured I could wing it. I started by choosing an old log from our pile of fire wood. I think it’s oak. I dug through our tool chest and found some tools that looked like they’d be useful. Once I chose a log that looked like it could be a spoon and found a tool that looked like it could make a spoon, I began chiseling it into what I felt would be a more manageable shape.

Next, I started shaping the rounded end of the spoon with a rasp. It was a long, slow process. But slow and sure worked for the tortoise, so why not me? (My camera seemed to feel the chair supporting the spoon was the focal point of this picture since it left the spoon blurry in the foreground.)

By the end of the day, I had finished roughing in the bowl part of the spoon and started working my way down the handle. (I decided I would need a set of wood carving tools. You can see them pictured on the left. I haven’t used them yet, but I think they’ll be useful later on in the process.)

So far, I’ve learned that I should examine the log very well before investing any time into it. I failed to notice a crack at the top of the spoon until after I had already spent an hour shaping the bowl. I had to cut off the damaged end and re-shape the entire thing. I also failed to notice some tiny holes throughout the wood. They’re more apparent near the outside of the log, so I don’t know if they’ll end up in the finished spoon or not.
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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