Relative Something

Speaking of carving hearts, I already had one started out of pine before I cut up that tree on Saturday. Given the excellent weather conditions for being outside, I spent a little time over the weekend trying to figure out what particular shape of heart this one was going to become.

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If you know me, deciding is not one of my favorite things to do.

Initially, I chose to let the features of the chunk of pine determine how things would proceed, based on the arbitrary initial chainsaw cuts when the tree was felled. Unmoved by the result I was getting, I sought out the opinion of my best advisor.

Cyndie thought it was too long and too thick. I decided she was right because that’s what I was thinking, too.

A little reshaping was in order.

We both like this better. You can’t tell by the pictures but I flattened it out as much as I shortened the length.

It still needs some refinement before I settle in and change focus to polishing out the tool marks, but now I feel happy enough with the shape to enjoy the rest of the exercise.

I find the process as addictive as jigsaw puzzling. When I finish one, all I want to do is start another.

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