It started off harmlessly enough. For Christmas, I asked for this cool little engraver pen I kept seeing ads for, and some paint pens. I was going to use them on my wood carving stuff that I already do.
And then I found this nice, big, smooth river rock. And the crack squirrels in my head said: “I wonder if that engraver would work on rocks?”
And they did. And the squirrels wondered if the paint pens would also work. And they also did.
And the next thing I know, I am looking for rocks everywhere I go.
And I am free-handing designs on rocks.
And so it goes, on and on, and now I haven’t even used the engraver or the pens on my wood carvings yet.
I am so sorry that we haven’t had time to fix the economy, but we have been so busy grooming your children to be love slaves and pizza toppings. I know you had plans to arm them all, and let them massacre each other, but hey, we won the election… maybe…
I do, and the reason that I do is that I know, somehow, that I am going to turn that hot mess into a fantastic vine-covered work of art. And, no, I don’t know how I will do that. The carving is not finished, and that cammo paint job is just the background I will paint over.
Also, I am using up model paints and t-shirt paints that have been in my garage for decades. Win win.
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