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I am currently sitting in my chair with the window open, a cooling breeze flowing through it to gently stir the air in my office. It overlooks my front lawn where the trees are gently swaying and the mountains stretch off into the distance. The soothing sounds of Beethoven's moonlight sonata waft from my laptop's speakers to my ears. I have a beautiful GEC#15 in hand whilst carving a letter opener for my mother. The knife was a gift from Chief and an ever-present companion.
Quite often when I tell people about how much I have spent on knives in the past they give me a look of incredulity and a mocking comment but sitting here with my traditional knife in hand and the day as beautiful as it is the simplistic beauty of those sharp carbon blades and smooth lines make a very great deal of sense. I think that the reason I can justify buying nice knives and using them is simply this, life is too short to deny ourselves the sweeter things, like a nice sharp knife and five minutes to put the ole feet up.
Thanks for indulging me my ramblings,
James.
Quite often when I tell people about how much I have spent on knives in the past they give me a look of incredulity and a mocking comment but sitting here with my traditional knife in hand and the day as beautiful as it is the simplistic beauty of those sharp carbon blades and smooth lines make a very great deal of sense. I think that the reason I can justify buying nice knives and using them is simply this, life is too short to deny ourselves the sweeter things, like a nice sharp knife and five minutes to put the ole feet up.
Thanks for indulging me my ramblings,
James.