I’m getting behind on the gift making project; I’ve missed at least two birthdays and am trying to catch up this week. It turns out that making presents is often a lot more time consuming than buying them.
Being a smug, tree-hugging hippy can be harder than people think.
On the other hand, I am getting faster at making things like this. My first spoon took several days, then the next took two mornings, and this one took a couple of hours, most of which was figuring out how to clamp an ever decreasing amount of wood so I could get at it with a chisel.
Anyway, it is now oiled and drying, so I can get on with the next present.
Remind me how living simply and making stuff is supposed to be a more relaxed way to live?