Remember when I was thunderstruck by the wooden art in Maui? I wrote a note (an actual paper letter) to the artist who “carves the doodles”, as I so ineloquently put it. I told him that his work was just stunning, and that my father used to carve letter openers that have the caged ball inside, so I have a tiny, tiny, tiny understanding of how difficult it is to do what he does. I just love his work, and someday would love to watch him make one. (Who’s kidding who. I want to try to do the same thing, but we all know that it would end in disaster. Ugly, bloody disaster. I have three chisels and zero carving skills.)
Anyway, he wrote back, which delights me to no end! His note will have a place of honor on the fridge!
Brad says
Ha! That’s awesome! What a crazy idea to write an actual letter! Now you have to go to California to see him!
Gretchen says
Wow! That is cool! It makes ne want to write a letter to someone.