My boy! My beautiful, silly, smart, le-moustached (well..peach-fuzzed, actually...but still), brown-eyed, 13-year-old boy! Here he is at his lathe in his designated work area in the garage. Just looking at him makes me sad and happy all at once. I can picture him as a fine young man, all grown up...which makes me sad because he was such a magical little boy and happy because I know how exactly-perfectly-himself-in-a-grown-up-version he'll be. But I digress...
I wanted to write this post about his skill at the lathe. Mad wood skills, that is. I mentioned earlier that his paternal grandfather gave him a lathe last year for his 13th birthday. I should mention here that it's in the genes; grandpa, dad and grandson all love working with their hands. What's wonderful is the fact that Grandpa and R are passing down the skills and knowledge to the boy. I get so happy when I think about it. So the boy has worked and worked at the lathe until finally, he was skilled and knowledgeable enough that R didn't have to be standing right next to him, making sure there weren't any injuries.
He has nailed the art of pen making. He's made them out of zebra wood, maple, purple heart, eucalyptus, and is now finishing one out of olive wood. He's given one to each of the men in the family and now he's working on pens for each of the women, except for me...I received mine as a gift for Christmas. Pictured above are my eucalyptus pen and R's zebra wood pen.
I hope you're all having a wonderful weekend so far. It's raining here and the birds are tweeting. We're all still in our pjs. R and I have been sitting around with our coffee, making grand plans, as usual. The boy had his breakfast and went off to do some drawing. He's currently obsessed with drawing WWII planes. A lovely, lazy start to the weekend for us....
Thank you for visiting, dear ones...xo
P.S. The zombie t-shirt he's wearing in photo 1 is by tinaseamonster which you can find here.
11 comments:
Those pens are beautiful! Are you guys selling those yet?
Thank you so much, I'll tell him you said so...
He may sell them at some point. Perhaps during the summer when he has more time. He's still thinking about it. Thanks for asking :)
I could feel the pride in every word you wrote, my friend.
We are having a lovely snowed in weekend. I am though pressing my nose against the window waiting for spring. My bike is calling my name.....
xoSherry
how sweet that it's been passed down. i know what you mean about them growing up it's bittersweet. sounds like the perfect rainy day :) xo suz
i forgot to mention, i would love to buy one of those beautiful pens from your sweet boy :)
I love the feeling emanating from this post...
Beautiful.
:)
Andrea
So cool that it's in his genes! His pens are beautiful.
Oh what a talent! So wonderful that he has taken such an interest and love already. My Dad was a woodworker he like yours learned from his dad and grandfather. My husband not handy and I always wished for my boy to be with his Pop in the workshop. The mantle in my before/after was made by my Dad. He would walk through his favorite lumber yard until he found the perfect piece of wood. Such a great post!!
Bristol
Bristol
Thank you so so much, lovelies! He's so happy to read your wonderful comments. You all put a big smile on his face...
xoxo
those pens are amazing! my husband was just talking about getting a nice pen, too....
so glad to see that little 3 year old tantrum throwing boys will become responsible young adults. i have about 10 years to go!
Oooh, those are amazingly beautiful! Not amazing that he possesses the talent - he has two very talented parents - amazing (to me) that someone can create such a work of beauty with their own two hands. :) Seems magical! I, too, would love to own my own Son of Fringe hand-lathed wooden writing instrument! xo
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