Just a little scoop I made for myself yesterday, carved from a piece of poplar that fell in the last windstorm. I've been wanting to make spoons for a long while, (years) and finally made some time for it.
My husband reminded me, twice, that I could buy wooden spoons at the dollar store... 3 for a dollar... instead of making one. He's hilarious, isn't he? Ho ho ho, Mr. Jordan.
He does make a point, even if he was mostly just getting my goat. From a monetary perspective, it's much cheaper to buy some wooden spoons for a dollar rather than spend a few hours of my time carving one. But from an aesthetic perspective, well, that's different. This scoop carries my story with it of being cut from wood from our property. It's sanded so smooth it feels like satin, and it's been oiled by hand with the meat of a walnut. It has love in it, and it's beautiful. (to me)
It's now performing its duties in my sugar canister, and I'll get to hold it each morning when I make my coffee.
Now I need one for the flour jar...
Happy Friday everyone!