dixiedragon
Well-Known Member
My mom wood turns. At our recent craft show, two woodturners came to our booth and chatted for a while. About wood. So now I have a policy that the poor saps who are accompanying the wood turners and stand patiently while their parent (in one case) or spouse (in the other) rambles on about band saws, chucks, and wood specially ordered from Hawaii, they get free stuff from me. Because I feel their pain. Sorry, kid, I can't make your dad stop talking about the one time he found an awesome oak tree cut into the perfect size chunks - but maybe this tube of mint chocolate chip lip balm will help a bit.
Anybody else?
Anybody else?