As I look out the bedroom window I can almost imagine steel chimney flues with their steady puffs of smoke coming up out of Big Daddy’s little workshop at the Cottage. Like Caractacus Potts, he can be found anytime during the day (and sometimes well into the night), creating, shaping and sanding his newest passion. No, not a flying floating, sing song of an old race car but open-ended beautiful, one of a kind childhood treasures (how about THAT for a mouthful of a shameless plug?).
For many years we have imagined ourselves living more simply and living out some of our passions in life. Part of that includes creating beautiful things with our own hands and sharing them with the world.
Life has been pretty BIG these past few months and sometimes the ” Light at the End of the Tunnel”, seems just an expression you say when you can’t utter anything else, at least for me. I do have to say though, the smell of fresh wood, lavender, lemon and beeswax has a soothing effect as I strain to catch a glimpse of that light.
I am currently searching for the perfect venue(s) to market our new endeavor, Ideas?