What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

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Scholefield123 said:
Another BF that stands out so much . Beautiful knife , the very first one of the BF knives I bought. Years of searching along with some great people , enabled me to get the full set .
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I agree also. My favorite. I've purchased almost all of them. Sold a lot of them. Regretted eventually every sale. Such is life.
But I never sold this one.
Later on I found this one that was probably put together in the last days of Queen. Just a single blade.

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Also have these two. Kinda makes up for the other years knives I sold.
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Crappy pics but...
 
When Cheryl placed the Buck 110 LT into the crook of Grace’s neck, she claimed it was "for dramatic balance." The angel, already trapped in permanent contemplation, now looked like she had been pondering the cruel poetry of pocket knives and divine inertia ... the idea of overwhelming purpose meeting an overwhelming pause. An angel who knows the weight of action so well that she just sits there forever thinking about it and holding a Buck knife, apparently. Or maybe, just maybe, divine inertia was a made-up phrase but with a nice ring to it … something you might hear in a philosophy class that meets in a church basement and always runs 15 minutes late … Cheryl thought.

The window light made everything glow a little too meaningfully, and the whole arrangement started to feel like the beginning of a very niche holiday legend. "It’s not violent," Cheryl said, adjusting the knife just slightly. "It’s ... symbolic. Symbolic of the edge between contemplation and action." No one argued. Mostly because no one knew what to say to someone who talked like that to garden statuary.

Nearby, Santa stood, gripping a pipe in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. A porcelain sentinel of seasonal contradictions. Although Santa tried his best to look nonchalant, there was something quietly critical in his expression. He had opinions about Grace the angel’s dilemma, but had long since stopped offering advice to Cheryl. The pipe gave him the air of someone who had seen too much, and the teddy bear suggested he still hoped for something softer than harsh witness to reinterpreted holiday scenes. He had been through Cheryl’s phases … the pirate nativity, the Easter Viking shrine, the time she dressed the angel as Amelia Earhart. Santa now simply watched it all unfold from his quietly strategic spot on the window sill. Buck knives and celestial muses didn’t surprise him, as he waited the paced seasons patiently to see what came next.

Cheryl said the display made her feel “cosmically calibrated.” Funny but that was also how she once described eating an expired yogurt and rearranging her spice rack at 2 a.m. one overly ambitious night.

And somewhere beneath it all, Cheryl was certain … absolutely certain … Grace approved.


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