I've been making things over the last six months. Really, I have.
Leading up to the holidays, the shop veritably hummed with activity, but not all of it was borne of creative energy. Deadlines—courtesy of generous but demanding clientele—loomed and sanity wavered at times. Still, Santa Barbara Forge and Iron prevailed, and pumped out some great stuff despite (or because of?) the madness.
I've always liked hardware—door-pulls, knobs, hinges, hooks, etc.—partly because you interact physically and visually with hardware on a regular basis. I was fortunate to outfit an entire office with pulls, as well as a bedroom clothes-chest. Check em' out:
This bed-frame, designed by Dan and executed by myself and Joy, conveys the strong, slightly masculine theme of metal the client desired. With repeated scroll motifs, oiled finish, traditional joinery (read: no welding), and simple but dramatic lines, this bed causes its occupant to dream of Valkyries and Wagner.
My old friend (old in terms of the length of our acquaintance, not his age) turned thirty this year, so I made him a mug out of metal. Mild-steel doesn't exactly have the best anti-microbial properties, but we made him sip some frosty brew from the mug nonetheless.
And amidst the busy season, I still found time to sate the LARP appetite within me and forged a sword. If my thirty-year-old self could meet my ten-year-old self, my ten-year-old self would pass the proverbial brick.
Somewhere along the line, amidst work and climbing, my love of running turned in to a love of more running, and thusly, more running still. So I signed up for my first ultra-marathon, which goes down in May. To be sure, I'm merely doing the smallest distance in the ultra universe (50 kilometers), but the course looks amazing and quite challenging. It starts outside of Bishop, climbs up to the Buttermilks, traverses the hills below the snow-capped Sierra, then descends back to Bishop. I did a training run on part of the course this last weekend, and even eked out some post-apocalyptic cross-training as well.
And since no blog-post would be complete without an obnoxiously cute picture of Dale, here you go:
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