Home from my third wrought iron class. I ache all over (a lot of metal shaping tonight). My project is going to look like I made it, but because of something mum said I don't really mind.
On the phone, I started to complain about my lack of hand-eye coordination. She cut me off and said, 'Enjoy it, just let it be a part of the design.' So I did, and I relaxed and the pieces look different/similar (and I like it).
I played with the maths and made the numbers perfect instead.
The walls of the workshop make me think weird thoughts:
My favourite tools are the ones that make lots of sparks:
And I'd rather fancy one of these:
On the way home I stopped at the weird pizza place. I had a fake tan and almost didn't save the rest for lunch tomorrow.
1 comment:
hitting stuff is cool
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