Aside from work, dinner and baking.. I collect, buy and sell (in theory) mastodon ivory netsuke, dragons mostly, but I go for daily life scenes as well.. bakers, brewers, archers etc, which reflect my personal interests.. or because the work is exceptional… netsuke and jade bowls were my reward for holding it together one more season, under arguably brutal working conditions..
They meet the high value, small size criteria. my habitat/lifestyle requires…
Each and every one has a story… a who, what, when, where and how it was acquired..
The why is more convoluted..
Aside from dinner, its about books, all things shiny, study, work, hiding out and generally living like a medieval monk.
It’s mostly quiet… not counting whatever racket I generate or music that amuses my neighbors…
Unpacking is still being done… its an “as needed” thing, not to mention an unsettling commitment to staying put..
My house has wheels for a reason..
I blame insomnia..and sketchy impulse control.
I know the photo isn’t all that but its 3 A.M and it is what it is… I roasted the chicken to eat not look at..
The chicken is great though… lots of pepper because the lid fell off, but I don’t care because I like it…and pre-ground pepper isn’t that potent.
I wasn’t hungry, just idle… and assume it will make a nice lunch or dinner when the time comes.
The choice is cob salad, sandwiches “if” I make bread or a few pot pies… unless I freak out and just gnaw the thing as is…
Insomnia isn’t much fun.. but it’s manageable if you don’t get involved in complicated stuff, try to be coherent or take photos..
My GF was shocked when she saw I used a straight razor… by shocked I mean fascinated and there-in lies a tale, but not today’s tale..
So I showed her how to use a razor in a very hands on way… this is how you hold it, keep the skin tight, find the angle and slide the blade down, rather than across my throat.. don’t look away from the blade, always move in a straight line and close the razor before you step away, I made a single stroke…..Then handed her the razor..
Her eyes were huge and her heart was beating like a rabbits.. but she got it done with no blood shed and was excited about it… so it became a regular thing, I showed her how to make soap and use the badger to work up the lather, strop the razor and all that…
When she went back to New Zeland she took my favorite razor to her son, as a gift from me and taught him how to use it as my proxy.. He now refuses any other method and is a convert to old school pretty much everything…