I picked up some wood today, and wheeled it home on a hand truck for about 1.5 hours underneath the train tracks. It was between that and carrying it up numerous flights of stairs to get on the train. I feel like a certifiable pony and/or superhero.
I now have 3 chunks of solid-esque wood, which was to be thrown out by the wood shop until I salvaged it to make pretty things. One man's trash is another woman's treasure. The wood is really beautiful, and I have a few tints of lacquer, and a wood burner. Right, the wood burner. The man at the lumber shop mentioned that many people take wood scraps to carve and burn, and I've been longingly eyeing my wood burner pen for a while, about 2 years to be exact.
So many ideas, so little time.
Whenever I think of a pony I think of:
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