Let’s face it, sometimes you just need a chunky slab of wood on which to sit, and contemplate the contemplatable things of life.
Lucky for us we now have said 'Log of Contemplation', or at least that's what D named his little afternoon woodwork project.
The slab that makes the seat was cut 12 months ago by D’s mate Mike and left in the large pile of camphor laurel that remains from a slightly ambitious, slightly dangerous, possibly illegal D.I.Y. tree removal project we undertook a few months after we moved here. And yesterday afternoon D decided that it was time to turn this slab into the chair he envisioned all those months ago.
Propped up by two stumpy legs our seat is now finished, it took D no time at all. It’s rustic, raw and real. We love it.
Not everything has to be polished, this is a lesson I’ve sloooowly learned over the course of our marriage, and I’m embracing it.
