Hand Tooled

Any excuse to set out my Grandpa’s tools. I love the lines and thinking about a man I barely knew but share DNA with. The ceramic pitcher is one I made back in college. Even today I can follow the lines with my fingers and remember the cool malleable clay. And the buttons, I found them in a fabric store in San Fransisco. Wait a minute, it was more than a fabric store it was a fabric building! The second floor was all about notions with a wall filled with boxes of buttons. I could have stayed for hours and hours. I’m smitten with buttons.