It never fails but when I am at home time speeds up. Not sure how but it does. I live every second and I love every second. Being in the house that I spent so much time in as a child just makes every thing in life better. Wandering about aimlessly without a care in the world is fabulous.
As you know my Daddio is extremely talented, he can just about make anything and can
fix whatever I broke most things. I have inherited some of his natural talent but I have a long way to go. His workshop is heaven on earth to me. I could spend days inside just opening drawers. looking inside tins. marvelling at the fact that he owns every single tool I have ever heard of, from some that are very very old to the most modern table saw there is cos Jeanne worries about him, a lot. He is a little obsessive and everything is organised in just a way so that he knows where it is. Everything is in a jar, tin, or drawer. Old pieces of furniture house larger objects, ledges covered in years of cobwebs hold glass bottles, all containing the same thing. There are many of the same thing, many.
When I grow up I want a work shop just like this.
Be still my heart.
<3
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he never calls it a shed, it's not a shed, it's a workshop. |
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beyond that little green gate is where the magic happens. the gate is the divider in the garden. I don't know why it is divided, it just is. |
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hah, I had to sneak in a photo of the myth, the man, the legend himself. The daddio |
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this is a heart I took with me, I wanted to put barbed wire around it, I knew daddy would have some, he didn't so he MADE some. I kid you not. |
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enter with me at your own risk |
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Oh I can smell it...... |
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see all those tins, I have the same affliction. I save them too for little screws and knickknackerreea. all this crap is hidden away behind closed doors. hand built closed doors. |
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across a paint dripped work bench. this one is kept clear, others not so much. |
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a drawer full of files...only files |
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shoes, in the work shop? all brown, all polished. |
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another drawer containing many of the exact same tool |
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many necessary items |
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don't want to run out....EVER |
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thems some classy looking cobwebs. |
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I love every inch of this space. |
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every single inch. every single smell. every single saw dusty bit. |
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I need to feel this |
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saws. a plethora of them. one for every occasion. daddio was sad he couldn't share but TSA just doesn't share our love of tools |
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If I ever get stuck with a project I pick up the phone and say Daddy.....and he says ..... |
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I want this deep within my soul |
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this is what he shared this time. He knows why. And guess what I have used the file already. I did. He gave me one, then 2 minutes later took it back and gave me that one. And yesterday I needed it...an accident with the garbage disposal. |
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my heart, stained with a stain I made out of steel wool and vinegar. |
I don't want to wish my life away but when I get to move...heehaw. You'll find me in the barn
I definitely share your love of old tools & workshop.......they are so fascinating!
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