Looking back on my #blacksmithing journey: 2006, 14 years old, a large boulder, my mom’s orchid pot and a hairdryer - let’s not forget the cheap $8 hammerhead that seems to love flying across the yard. It took 15 years to finally get a proper forge going, gas and all!
My dad’s born during WW2. Sometimes, he won’t believe me when the WiFi’s bust because his phone still has a connection (4G). He then blames my computer... to which I always respond... “sure, I’ll check the tubes and the ticker tape.” And he goes.... “yeah, check it first.”