My sweet daughter waiting for the Japanese cook to arrive and cook a delicious meal. We were celebrating her 65th birthday. To me, she still looks like a teenager. Love this girl. View attachment 429246
This morning, Naturally started his day with a strong cup of coffee and positioned his trusty Sheffield made Lamb Foot pocket knife within view. Not because he particularly needed a pocket knife at the moment, but because it made him feel like a rugged pioneer in his suburban kitchen. The handsome stag handle indeed looked as though it had once been an honored part of a very stylish buck deer. The blade rested proudly on a worn towel as if concluding a hard day’s work fending off a horde of wild and restless avocados. Naturally didn’t really need a pocket knife to make breakfast, but the possibility of slicing open a bag of croissants just felt more heroic that way.
The handmade mug with drizzled glaze catching soft morning light, a chunky piece of pottery that could double as a blunt weapon, waited beside the edged steel like it knew it was the knife’s less exciting cousin. Together, they made quite the duo. One holding caffeine-fueled ambition, the other ready to take on a rogue Amazon box at moment’s notice. Naturally liked to imagine the no-nonsense folks in Sheffield with calloused hands and keen eyes, produced the Lamb Foot pocket knife with the solemn understanding that one day, it would mostly be used to cut tags off new socks. A noble destiny, really.