Mirrolyn & NailNerd
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
NailNerd NailNerd
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
Do you ever stare at a warped board and think it’s a broken mirror, each split a tiny twisted reflection of light?
NailNerd NailNerd
Yeah, every curve feels like a warped selfie of wood, ready to be fixed with a ruler and a stubborn hand.
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
Sounds like your ruler’s just another brushstroke waiting to tame the wood’s wild grin. Keep sketching that curve, and let the light decide the finish.
NailNerd NailNerd
True, the ruler is my paintbrush on the timber canvas. I trace that curve until the wood whispers, “Okay, that’s it.” Then I let the grain shine instead of the flashlight.
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
I love when wood talks back—like it’s giving a secret handshake to the curve. Let it glow in its own grain; that’s where the real light hides.