WHY WOOD CHIPS ARE OUR FRIENDS

WHY WOOD CHIPS ARE OUR FRIENDS
PROLOGUE

NEW NAME AND CHANGES

I DON'T KNOW IF CHANGE IS ALWAYS GOOD, BUT I FELT LIKE IT WAS TIME TO CHANGE THE NAME ON THIS BLOG. I'M STILL A CAMPBELL - AND GRATEFUL FOR THE SCOTTISH HERITAGE. I'M ALSO STILL CARVING, SO I AM DEFINITELY A CARVER, BUT ONLY BY HOBBY. I JUST WISHED I HAD STARTED THIS HOBBY ABOUT 50 YEARS AGO. WHEN I THINK OF ALL THE TIME I WASTED WATCHING THE STUPID BOOB TUBE, IT MAKES ME WANT TO HEAVE! AND, THINK OF ALL THE CUTS AND WOUNDS I MISSED OUT ON....

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TWO GREAT PHILOSOPHERS FROM NASHVILLE, TENN. ASKED TWO GREAT AND LOADED QUESTIONS BACK IN 1958 ON ONE OF THEIR RECORDINGS. THE QUESTIONS WENT SOMETHING LIKE THIS:

HOW MUCH WOOD COULD A WOODCHUCK CHUCK
IF A WOODCHUCK COULD CHUCK WOOD?

HOW MUCH WOOD WOULD A DINOSAUR SAW
IF A DINOSAUR COULD SAW WOOD?

(HOMER AND JETHRO)

LUCKILY, MY HOBBY OF WOOD CARVING HAS ALLOWED ME TO CONTEMPLATE AND FINALLY RECEIVE ANSWERS TO THOSE TWO GREAT QUESTIONS OF LIFE. NOW, IF YOU WANT THE ANSWERS, YOU'LL HAVE TO GET RID OF YOUR CURRENT HOBBY (PROBABLY EITHER YOUR SMART PHONE OR THE BOOB-TUBE) AND START CARVING WOOD. (WOOD SPIRITS DON'T TALK TO THE IMPURE. YOU HAVE TO BE INTIMATELY INVOLVED WITH WOOD -- AND NOT THE WOOD BETWEEN YOUR EARS.)

JUST A WORD OF WARNING -- WHILE YOU ARE CARVING, THE WOOD WILL START TALKING TO YOU. THE WOOD WILL TELL YOU (AS YOU ARE TRYING TO CARVE SOMETHING SPECIFIC) TO NIX THE PROJECT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO AND DEMAND THAT IT BE MADE INTO SOMETHING ELSE!!!) REALLY! I'M NOT KIDDING!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS HOBBY LOBBY & MICHAELS & WAL-MART & JOLENES (SORT OF)

I first started finishing stuff I was buying at the above businesses - finishing by painting and, in some case, remodeling what I purchased.

Let the journey begin:


 First came the canoes - A blue and white BYU canoe for Jake and a green and yellow UVU for Andrew.

Next came Christmas doodahs:



 that was because family, friends and neighbors needed to be plagued with something that I was producing. The Birdcage houses were filled with peanut M&Ms and placed in a small box.

Then there were projects for the Grand Kiddies:

 Bev got a water proofed ship
 Rachel and Lena received castles
 the outside of which I etched with
stone lines and then painted.
 I added a flag which is removable,
 and I replace the rinkytink door with
 a first class draw bridge whichI
painted brown.
 And, Annie got a treasure chest that
was way to big for her to tote around.
It was stuffed full of My Kitty stuff -
or whatever it's called.

Next came the need to "stretch". So I purchased some bags of basswood, found a picture of a dog sled (Iditarod Dog Race variety) and built this dog sled. It is something like 15" x 7".







Next was an outhouse for my daughter in law, Colette who graduated in statics and also worked in Denali National Park one summer at the base of Denali. The outhouse was supposedly on top of Mount Mckinley (Denali) and was being "used". Long sick pun intended. "What do you call an outhouse on the top of Denali that is being used?  A HIGH POT IN USE.  sick....








 Notice that it is a "two holer" -- the
ones we used while growing up all had two
holes as well.

Then the daughters received painted up jewelry boxes:







I made a couple of tool boxes for the knives:






and I made a few other assorted items:









But, this sort of thing, except for actually creating something quickly lost its draw. More knives, basswood, and some "how to" books were stoking my "creative juices."

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