Sunday, November 6, 2016
I have built nothing in the shop
I've sharpened irons
lubed my screws
this is creative death by toddler
we read a lot of Seuss
I have created a few things not worthy of a post
a castle for our adoptee
a few new mounts for the museum
and then I am trying to turn this around
my daughter is going to need a workstation, kid sized but with room to grow
rounded corners so she doesn't damage that brain we are so carfully cultivating
cherry starts off a lovely pastel so it'll be a tad Hello Kitty for the first couple years
over time it will become rich and deep
a perfect pairing with bird's eye maple
maybe I could design the perfect balance of work surface and storage
and do some creative rounding to have more fun with the joinery
and maybe I'll just take a portion of that and make an end table
and then I forget where I left off
and we read more Seuss
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Though this has been a mild winter, lacking the sub-zero bone shattering deep freeze and waist deep impassable snows of a typical Northern Ohio winter, I've had very little opportunity or desire to get out to the shop. Other pursuits have drawn me along and every day with a toddler just gets more interesting.
I did finally get some work done on the kerfing plane, a couple coats of finish on the days that were warmer, and a vast amount of sanding and chamfering to the brass parts
Just the end caps and final finishing to go, and to do that I have to decide on the length of the arms.
Some time in January a whopper of a plane arrived. The new Bride City Tool Works HP-9 Dual Angle Block Plane, well worth the wait
I really needed another block plane like I needed another hole in my head but this one just called out to me, and it is exquisite.
The fine blend of materials, textures, and shapes draws your eye to the plane in a way I just can't describe, like a tiny little clock-work machine. Hugely intricate and seemingly delicate
Upon lifting it up I realize it has heft, that stainless steel sole desires nothing more than to hug the material you apply it to. I don't feel as much like I'm going to break it as I first did on taking it out of the box.
But it's big, really big, the one-handed grip is a good inch longer than my LN
bigger than my already too big Veritas
big enough I have to use it two-handed.
This mass really helps it power through a thin shaving of tricky maple, like a small smoother.
And it's fiddly; the Noris style adjuster has a very short arm between the knob and the pivot, causing it to be jumpy and not easy to adjust finely and smoothly, and I find as I adjust the depth my lateral adjustment is affected. So I keep a wooden tipped plane hammer handy at all times.
The adjustable mouth suffers a similar lack of finesse, between the two I've whacked the iron several times and fear I will have to hone a ding out before I can even take a shaving.
Removing the iron is nothing short of an experience, lift the lever cap and a series of mechanisms interplay and the cap iron rises magically and insect-like from within the tool.
Cool idea to do two different attack angels, but I fear crippling injury should the magnetic blade guard come loose while honing.
Reassembling this plane is like juggling three feral cats, the planets must align, you must sacrifice a small animal on the front lawn and a series of ancient and mystical incantations must be chanted with the right emphasis in order to get all these parts to come together correctly. That or I need a little more practice. Or a tool.
hence bear witness to the birth of "The Extractor"
Along the vein of "The Plane Pickerouter" I developed to deliver the Heimlich to the HP-6 V1
So all said and done, it is an incredible addition to my collection, dazzling and jewel-like, not prone to surface rust or patina, but like many late model Bridge City tools, cantankerous, finicky, and designed leaning a bit more toward the aesthetic than the functional. As much as I love these tools for their unique vision, innovation and niche utility they each have a quirk that must be adapted to. It's part of the charm of this whole borderline-bespoke-tools movement.