My friend Jenna sent me a care package of bones. I immediately started putting them in mold boxes and pouring silicone.
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My friend Jenna sent me a care package of bones. I immediately started putting them in mold boxes and pouring silicone.
An old friend of mine has become a “near vegan househusband” so I thought he could use a slicer.
We can program ourselves to be so scared of something, that it’s a struggle to overcome the programming even when our mind knows that it’s OK. Sticking my hand into the forge and rummaging around is an example of that – I had to force myself to relax and reach inside.
One of the coolest aspects (to me) of mold-making is that we can alter objects in the course of duplicating them.
Last time I went to Dragonfly Forge, I took along a blade that was a failure, for “show and tell.” I didn’t feel I had anything good enough to show off, because mostly what I had been doing in the last year was gearing up and running experiments.
The forging press (“red press”) arrived today. I wish the building was ready but it’s not.
Ken’s crew was out with the little bobcat backhoe and made holes, so I limped out with my gouty foot and adjusted them with a shovel, shoved the hammer framework into the hole, and made a form around it.
Mike P and I went through the wakizashi fittings-making class at Dragonfly Forge together and have been chatting about knife-making and techniques ever since. Mike’s also a serious cook. He’s from Brazil, though, and uses massive amounts of meat in everything, while I’m trying (and succeeding!) in cutting way back.
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