at ye olde carving clube, we are stripping white oak. two guys went out into the woods and felled themselves a tree. which they brought back and hacked up into pieces. then those pieces were stripped into smaller pieces. and so on. and so on.
my job was to take the smallest strips and put them between a kneepad and a carving knife. then i pulled the wood, which stripped them even thinner. when they were planed until they were pliable enough to be woven, i stacked them together.
next tuesday there will be a basket making seminar. the instructor will use what we've made, but all of us yokels will be using pre-fab reeds. because it took a freakin' half o' tree to get enough of the white oak for one. solitary. basket.
i can't tell you how few of these i got done in the hours that i was there. even though i was told that i am a natural. a natural with a bitch ass blister.
tomorow night is leon's night "off" to play. he will be auditioning for a roleplaying game. well worth it, i'd say, since he will not be the only token black man, for a change. *snort*
then, on thursday, i shall flesh out the old people craft week by attending a knitting potluck. there shall be drinking and hors d'oeuvres. i'm sure that we will be burning down the house.
friday should be a good night for roller derby canasta. and maybe some good discussion about which stark trek season is the best.
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