the woodcarving workshop.

viking hall.

seriously: need i say more?

apparently woodcarvers eat carbs for breakfast.

no fruit in sight.

so: i held out for lunch.

here's my spot.

diamond willow.

bark shaved off save for the diamonds:

i'm here to learn how to carve them out.

enhance them.

my lap.

yes: i wore a dress + leggings + boots.

incentive for when one really gets good at carving.

this was at the entryway.

drank usual water and tea:

hence, i ended up here many times.

carving....

tools....

[i wasn't there to chat....i was there to CARVE.]

ahhhh.

lunch: pickles. salmon/halibut soup.

[ro: i had considered taking my own bowl but i forgot it.]

[it's sacrilege to eat out of styrofoam when one owns edclay pottery.]  

my man: he sat at the table behind me.

i had many opportunities to turn around and gaze at him.

he was in the "tool sharpening class".

progress....

and, here's jake.

he's 15.

wore a wool suit coat, bow tie.

chatted-up his mother:

jake is homeschool'd and one of a kind.

we bonded over agreeing *we* should have been homeschool'd.

"weird" is how we described ourselves as children.

jake and his beautiful mother. 

so: if you read saturday's blog entry.

you'll know i said:

"i'd rather chew my arms off than go woodcarving."

*who* would have known:

i had so much fun.

the shavings from my work fell into this heart shape.

*love* carving diamond willow.

[class over.]

stopped at *mirror lake* to let the dogs run.

they were so good: stayed in the truck all day.

we went out several times to walk them.

bears were in the area!

why am i smiling??

homeward:

eska mountain on left.

granite peak to right of eska.

and here she is: the finished product.

my diamond willow walking stick.

thanks for tagging along, my friends....