First, the big news: I will be at Popup Raleigh on Sunday, May 16, selling an array of stools, spoons and spoonlike objects, and a few other small goodies. All my available time this month has gone into preparations: not only making things, but putting together a booth and figuring out the business end of things. To wit: I now own a Square reader. I also own 18 yards of chambray fabric that need to be sewn into table covers. The items on my to-do list keep bifurcating, but as long as they don’t reach period three, I think I’ll be okay.
I have signage, in case I forget who I am:
Among other smallwares, I’ll have carved ash chopsticks with jauntily painted ends. The ash is scrap from chairs and stools
I’ve made a taller version of the carved-edge milking stool that I was going to call a “work stool” but now think it may be too pretty for work. However, it is an excellent height for playing guitar. Should you ever find yourself as Count Almaviva in The Barber of Seville, this is the stool you’d want to sit on while serenading Rosina beneath her window in the opening scene. I may call it my troubadour stool. (Should you find yourself as any character in Il Trovatore, however, you’re on your own.) The tapered octagonal legs have a secondary taper towards the foot, the seat is (as before) carved with a drawknife, and the stretchers are octagonal as well; it is 25 inches tall, and the stretchers are 17 and 19 inches below the seat, right where you want to rest your feet while you’re strumming. The finish is pitch black over salem red Old Fashioned Milk Paint, sealed with Tried & True original oil and wax finish.
I’ll have more to say about that stool, and stools more generally, when I get some time at my desk.
Meanwhile, it is spring, and the garden calls. I have limited space, and my preference is for intensive but relatively low-labor arrangements. For example, the herb garden mostly manages itself (here chives, which are perennial, and chervil, which reseeds itself); and I plant the mustard greens thick enough to choke out weeds, cut frequently, and let them keep growing back. This weekend I’ll carve out space in the mustard patch for a few cucumber plants; by the time the cucumbers need the space, the mustard will have bolted and I’ll pull it out.