Walking Stick Hoarding

The weather has been crazy here in Northern Virginia.  It went into the mid 60's here today. We should be in the middle of snow storms this time of year.

I have been craving to get out my new woodburning tools and work on some walking sticks.  Though it has been requested of me to not hoard so many sticks and branches in the house... (I did get rid of the drawer full in the freezer!)...   I was hoping that some the length of walking sticks survived somewhere. And here they were! These should give me a week's worth of work, at least.

Redecorating Snippyville - Walking Sticks

Snippyville, my studio, has always woefully  been a ragtag, yet beloved, workspace.  During my 2 month recovery from foot surgery, I spent a bit of time down there trying to figure out how to fix it up.  It is still in flux, but there are a lot of changes in the works.

I have had my father's and grandfather's walking sticks for 25 years.  I also have a couple of my own.  They have never been displayed, though I have always wanted to show them off.  Yesterday, I decided to hang them up.   Something seems to still be lacking, but I like the idea.

Here is my Dad's walking stick.  It was made for him by a friend of the family.  Daddy was an outdoorsman, so the stick is woodburned with funny images of outdoors adventures.

The smallest stick is PaPa's walking stick.  He was a little man of Irish descent.  I always think of his walking stick as a leprechaun's shillelagh.

The last two are mine.  They are both unfinished.  I need to stain the one on the right and the one in the middle on the left needs a little more flouish.

Anyway, this is the first look of my "new" space.