She hasn't yet turned anything on a lathe except some pens, but it seems that she has the bug really bad, and now I'm thinking of putting her into turner's rehab.
This morning we were headed to breakfast and took a turn through a neighborhood where I noticed that a house was being re-roofed. She told me a few minutes later that she came within a millisecond of telling me to stop, as there was a tree in the yard that had been taken down and cut into chunks about 18"--and her first thought was "turning blanks!!" Don't know what kind of tree it was/is, or how the stuff would turn, but her first thought was "turning blanks." We already have a box of blanks from John Hart, a supply of 400 or so pen blanks, some stopper blanks, and very little time in which to turn, so I don't know what she would have done with that wood, but her first though was TURNING BLANKS.
Then she asked me where our chain saw is (I sold it several years ago), and said we probably need to buy a new one. I see where this is going. We have a midi, we have an Atlas that was my dad's (50-plus years old) that works just okay, so soon she's going to be bugging me for a bigger lathe. The abyss is alive and well and swirling at my house. I think she needs rehab already.
Me? I still like my f---work.