My main homie from the class is called Twitchy Steeve. He leaves and rejoins the class every 4 weeks.
This past while we’ve been making chairs. Steeve’s is a little wobbly, he doesn’t have as much practice. Mine is something really special. It pulls itself out for you. Don’t know how I did that, but we don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
Now, the chair is still a little bare bones, as I’m still adding the finishing touches (fine sanding, deciding what color to stain it), but it’s incredibly comfortable. It’s like it was made for me.
I generously offered my boy Steeve to take it for a spin. He declined. Seemed pretty shaky when doing it, but we do call him Twitchy Steeve. That’s alright. No harm, no foul, more chair for me. Not like he would understand its refined appeal anyway, but it's fine!
I fixed myself a cup of coffee from the class coffee pot. (we up) I’m mid sip, feeling that caffeine touch my soul when I hear my beautiful chair drag on the polished concrete. I’m thinking Steeve changed his mind on my generous offer. However, when I turned, he was nowhere to be found…
Maybe I was doing too much. Maybe I scared him off again. Maybe Steeve only stepped out and I’m overthinking.
