He Rocked the 'Hawk. (Briefly. Very briefly.)

Somebody's hair got crazy long before his harried mother finally dragged him into the bathroom for a date with The Buzzer.  At his sister's behest (oh, how I overuse that word!) he was the proud possessor of a temporary mohawk.

I made my first ring.  I like it.  More repurposed buttons and steel wire.

There is solder in my future.  Just you wait...

A child who shall remain nameless did in my favorite thrift store lamp.

Don't be surprised if you see some amber "faux-sea-glass" pendants popping up in the shop in the next few weeks.  My rock tumbler is running...