my sweethearted uncle lives with my grandmother, who takes care of him. he is a quiet guy. he drinks a lot of coffee with milk & honey, speaks infrequently, listens to records, reads the same books over and over, and practices handcrafts. he is a person who finds comfort in a routine, and who likes to work with wood.
he makes these paddles (hundreds of them) from scrap wood he salvages from a local flooring company. i want to help him sell some of them by creating him an etsy shop. it would help him buy lacquer and glue, and help my grandmother with the finances.
it is his daily practice, but the volume of finished paddles is beginning to overwhelm my grandmother. his former favorite thing to make was teepees. he would buy dollar a yard fabric, no matter what type, to sew them up with.
the garden shed is actually filled with teepee sheathing, in various states of completion. he really needs his own sewing machine, one that can take abuse.
the whole place is filled with stories and treasures, filled right to the rafters with things i want to take down, clean off and cherish. this hat has been hanging here for too long.
o, hai! i really do want this hat, actually, but i put it right back where i found it. i will be patient, and let it stay still for a little longer.
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