Vintage-Twisted…

Vintage-Twisted started in my dining room, while my middle guy, Kyle was recuperating from his second big eyelid reconstruction surgery. We were going to be home for a whole month, yes, that’s right, 30 days, with no one outside of our immediate family coming in and Kyle and I weren’t going out. There were two issues: high risk of infection and ripped stitches from a rambunctious six-year-old’s daily living. So we had to stay close, isolated and quiet.

What would keep Kyle interested for hours at a time, and me, too?

Here’s our solution:

I love the name I chose- Vintage for the salvaged wooden pieces I collect, & Twisted for the changes I make to them.

On hearing the name of my new venture, a friend laughed, “Perfect- you’re kinda vintage, and kinda twisted, just perfect.”

Now, what kind of friend is that?