todays adventures…

   I sit here in my nest, (that is to say the piles, stacks and heaps of craft supplies and snack plates hoarding on my kitchen table) wood burning just one more wooden spoon while my Mister, Francis, is outside looking for treasure in the back yard with his long coveted new metal detector. This is a very accurate snapshot of my life and I start to wonder if this is what fun has started to look like. Even if I didn't relish the wood burning, I'm pretty sure I'm incapable of ever stopping, I'm addicted, it's just in my nature.
   I have begun to dream about spoons, I wake in a cold sweat, eager to BURN… My wooden teak table trembles in fear every time I plug in my Magic Wand of Burny. ( I should name it). I know your all wondering "But Jenny, when will you post pictures of these glorious wooden spoons which haunt your dreams?" and I say to you ; just as soon as I figure out the voodoo magic behind posting a picture to a blog! Holy Geez, I just did it! Maybe my force is strong...