My name is Andy, and I am a tool addict.
OK, that wasn't as hard as they make it out to be. They say it's the first step to recove... WAIT! Who said I wanted to recover? More tools, woohoo!
addiction addition arrived yestarday afternoon in the form of a set of new lathe chisels. They are gorgeous. They are massive. (The bowl gouge is nearly two feet long.) They have their own carrying case. And, of course, they are tools: I didn't get them to look at them, I got them so that I could use them. (I have, of course, done this both ways: I've got a tool! Let's go find something to use it on! and, just as often, I've got a project! Let's go get a tool to use on it!)
I now have pretty much everything I need to start turning in earnest — including a patron! My co-worker ("like a Medici with less intrigue") has commissioned a matching set of peppermill, saltshaker, and coarse-salt bowl in some sort of exotic, pretty wood. She buys the wood and hardware, I get to do the turning. Not a bad deal, if you ask me.
I suppose I should find Deborah a book to read while I go disappear into the shed to try these out, eh?