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Women of Woodworking Reworked

24 Apr

Recently I received yet another inquiry asking if I could connect a business with a woman woodworker for a potential project. They found my information through my website, specifically my own Women of Woodworking project. It was a long shot for them to reach out but in the end, we were able to get them connected with someone.

Over the past few years I have had to pause this project, with the hopes to restore it and build even more of what has already continued to grow in my absence – a community for women woodworkers.

Inspired, I’ve fired up the old IG account and threw out a few posts. I’ve been blown away by the positive reception. I know now for sure I need to continue to tell the stories of the women that help make this moment in our craft such a beautiful one.

As with any prototype, Women of Woodworking is being slightly reworked from its original version to allow for more frequent posts and varied content as we move forward (including shop tours, videos, and so on). While I am exploring new possibilities and directions for the project, for now, my website ktthompson.com will continue to serve as the series’ official home, as well as our Instagram, @WomenofWoodworking.

Most importantly, I look forward to connecting more interesting people and sharing their unique stories as women in woodworking. Don’t hesitate to leave comments with your favorite crafts women, works or questions you’d like to ask. This is a dynamic community and I encourage the friendly spirit of sharing that woodworking brings out in the best of us.

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Untitled V

29 Aug

Sing!

Dance!

Move!

Get going, get living!

There’s music to be shared,

Moves to be made.

Smile,

Laugh,

Play!

Life is too short,

To waste another day.

Droplet

28 Aug

Water running down,

A brown dirt alleyway.

I soak into the soil,

And rise into the stems.

I journey to the tip of a leaf,

And fall back down to the ground.

Running with the water again.

For Hamilton I

27 Aug

Soft little rosebuds smile with glee,

There is no other that can make happy as he.

His blue green eyes, light brown hair,

His cheek are his father’s, and so cute, it’s not fair.

How did I manage to become so blessed?

Especially after horrid moments left me without rest.

I knew his name, I saw him play.

That’s when hope restored me to love another day.

One of the Few Things

26 Aug

Pop, sizzle, fry,

Thud, slice, chop,

It is one of the few things,

That can reach all your senses.

Sometimes it satisfies,

Sometimes it’s sickens,

Sometimes, there’s not enough.

It can portray a personality,

Character, and culture.

It can create wars,

Or ties that bind.

Sitting down, standing up,

With your fingers or a fork,

It’s a language we can all speak,

And enjoy.

One Day Break

25 Aug

I need a break

Just one day

I promise I won’t be far away.

Time to recharge,

I’ll think of what to say,

I can’t help but write for you anyway.

Porch Sunrise

24 Aug

The sky is still dark,

A cool breeze blows in.

Turning it colors,

Black to blue, orange and red.

Birds call across the forest,

Crickets sing their last songs,

They all know it’s coming,

The arrival of dawn.

Then the sky shines in white,

Then yellow through the trees,

It’s the beginning of a morning,

Another day to be free.