Is there such a thing has having too much wood?
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: Air Supply "Lost in Love"

I have to say it. I love wood. I've even referred to myself as a wood sl*t, because I collect spindles just because I love the look and feel of beautiful wood.

So today, in an effort to get some exotic wood for the spinning tools that DH and I are building, I took a trip up to a lumber yard that carries exotic wood. This is a bad thing. At least to my credit card it is. But I had a great time! Fondling boards of zebrawood, lacewood, Nigerian Rosewood, mahogany, purpleheart, canarywood; the list goes on and on. The possibility were endless, but knowing that my credit card balance is not, well, I decided to pick the boards I liked best, and bring them home. It isn't easy to get 5' boards into a Saturn Sedan, but I did it. Trying to fit a 3 year old child into the same car with the boards proved impossible, and some of the boards had to go into the trunk, with me driving home from the preschool with the trunk open, and praying that the wood wouldn't get damaged from the wet, salty roads. But, we all made it home fine, and the boards are going over to DH's work later today, where we'll work on the tools. By Wednesday, I should have a preview of the spinners tools that we'll have in stock, ready for the Spa Weekend. :)