just not enough room in the shop!
today i started my first attempt at carving. disregard the blood stains on the keys.
after getting weak from blood loss I decided it would be much healthier to sharpen my carving tools. (i am a collector of tools, not a carver).
after i got my carving tools as sharp as a harpy's tongue, i noticed my inletting chisels quietly sobbing in their rack, due to lack of attention.
once they were restored to joyous harmony, i said "why not!" and sharpened my draw knives and spoke shaves!
about the time i had them smiling, that evil Scot's woman i am addicted to showed up with her kitchen knives.
can barely move my arms.
wonder if i could manage to load my .45 and shoot this months postal target.