Who knew that Ken could create such a lovely antique, hand-crafted piece?!
This past weekend, the little house on Merion Street hosted a Father's Day/ high school graduation award/ wedding anniversary/ champion of Settlers of Cattan/ year of jail-free time celebration. The toasts alone were enough to get us all goofy.
My old ice cream scoop gave up the ghost - the handled snapped right apart in Ken's hands. And you know how he feels about ice cream.
So that sneaky guy just smuggled it off to his workshop and returned with a stunning work of art. The cherry handle (wood from the farm) has that smooth feel that will just get better with age. So here's to bustin' up old traditions and celebrating new ones... and an ice cream toast to Ken!
