There is still one piece of furniture that survived the trip over that I know of. It was my great grandmother's rocking chair- with the arm rests worn down smooth by the constant rubbing of her hands over the wood as she rocked. Also, some lovely dishes that I imagined decorated a Welsh cupboard that the family might have displayed along with other dishes and tankards in a small cottage.
Y Ddraig Goch ("the red dragon") looks like so far...still more to do.
I plunge the kitska into the drain hole plug, and rub the egg with a little olive oil. I am unwaxing with a heat gun today, not my usual oven routine. I thought I would give that a try instead, and also wasn't sure about the white pigmented wax.
I hope you've enjoyed the process and a little family history that inspired this Welsh Dragon egg. I will leave you with a quote by Huw Morgan from the film "How Green Was My Valley":
"There is no fence nor hedge around time that is gone. You can go back and have what you like of it, if you can remember. So I can close my eyes on my valley as it is today, and it is gone, and I see it as it was when I was a boy. Green it was, and possessed of the plenty of the Earth. In all Wales, there was none so beautiful. Everything I ever learned as a small boy came from my father and I never found anything he ever told me to be wrong or worthless. The simple lessons he taught me are as sharp and clear in my mind as if I had heard them only yesterday. In those days, the black slag, the waste of the coal pits, had only begun to cover the sides of our hill. Not yet enough to mar the countryside, nor blacken the beauty of our village, for the colliery had only begun to poke its skinny black fingers through the green."