Way, way back when I was very small, my dad made a tiny wooden bus with a bunch of passengers and a driver for my birthday.
I loved that bus so much that eventually it was loved to death. Happily, some of the people he made for me have survived what the years have thrown at them - including several house moves and three children of my own.
Now they live on a shelf in my kitchen (the wooden people, not my children) and I love that I am continuing what he started by making my own painted wooden folk.
It would be wonderful to think that somewhere, someone might have one of the people that I have painted on their shelf ...
I loved that bus so much that eventually it was loved to death. Happily, some of the people he made for me have survived what the years have thrown at them - including several house moves and three children of my own.
Now they live on a shelf in my kitchen (the wooden people, not my children) and I love that I am continuing what he started by making my own painted wooden folk.
It would be wonderful to think that somewhere, someone might have one of the people that I have painted on their shelf ...