The Log Whisperer

I've been on a quest to find myself a new hobby. I'm not into jigsaw puzzles, a friend of mine offered to teach me to knit, seriously! I'm far too young and vibrant to do such a thing, can you imagine? My next door neighbour was having work done to her garden, in the mid bleak winter because it's cheaper, when they had finished they'd left a thick branch in my garden, I was about to hurl it through my neighbours window when I heard the echoes of my inner voice reminding me I need a hobby, and then it hit me, whittling. I wonder if I could make something beautiful from it, an ornament or a bowl perhaps for the maid's birthday, with the help of a Youtube video I whittled a spoon sat in the garden, I felt like budget Barbara Hepworth, minus the headscarf. I was in my element.

                                                                            

                                                                      Here it is.

Well, at least it's spoon shaped and those splodges are my blood stains, after an hour, my whittling skills improved and the spoon began to take shape I also learnt if you cut against the grain, you get splinters that pierces the skin and I stabbed myself with the knife a few times too, nothing superglue can't fix. Sadly I gouged a bit too deep into the bowl of the spoon and came out the other side and ruined it.