I am inconstant. Depending upon the time of day or my activity, I find that the song playing as background music in my head has changed. Tom Petty’s songs seemed to play a lot yesterday “…Oh, no I won’t back down…” My favorite word changes, too. I have a vault of favorites, but wood rates very highly daily. The other day, I stopped into a local sawyer in the town where I work and found that they had some lovely wood.
I resisted the Spanish cedar and the gorgeous walnut. But I was shamelessly ambushed by a plank of wide cherry. Eleven and a half inches wide. It’s just perfect for some lovely bowls. My resolve to resist purchases proved flimsy, and thirteen feet of this sensual, lustrous, irresistible wood found its way into my car’s trunk before I knew it.
I’ll be carving bowls as soon as I finish cleaning up the flooded cellar.
All in all, I am proud of myself. I only bought the cherry. But I can hear the cedar and walnut whispering to me at night. Wood is not only my favorite thing and word. When it starts sending songs my way, begging me to buy it and take it home…it’s my favorite obsession.
My Precious!
I had no idea the price of wood until I went with my husband to find a small piece of wood for a very small project he was working on. I immediately walked over to the ‘pretty’ wood, and was promptly called back, “Did you see the prices on that???!!” Sure is pretty wood, though.
I am grateful that I am not pricing something like teak. a modest piece for a transom cost a small wheel barrow full of lucre. Now its probably three large ones.
I love cherry wood… I restored an old low coffee table with drawers, made from cherry wood… I loved that thing…
Furniture made from cherry is worthwhile restoring!
I know the feeling. Not toward wood, but paint… cherry is beautiful, though. The piano I had as a kid was cherry. It was lovely.