Since the five pens I turned yesterday were quickly confiscated by my wife, I decided to turn some more today. My idea is to have some in a cup next to my lathe. That way, when certain family members and such come over and hint that they want something I’ve made, I can give them a pen instead of something I’ve got countless hours into.
I realized today that, now that I’m used to turning them, I can turn them out pretty quickly. I turned eleven today. One of them left with my son when he came by before I could even get it in the picture.
I made five out of pecan.
Three out of oak.
I made three out of sycomore, but like I said, one of my older sons took one of those before I even got photos.
So, as I finished these, I put them in a cup on the bench beside my lathe. I started getting tired this evening and started cleaning up. I then went to get the cup and put them up. Between my two grown sons, my grown daughter, my wife, and a friend, the cup is already empty.
I’m going to have to hide these things. I can’t just keep making these until they get tired of taking them.