As I wait for my primrose to blossom (and by the way there's a video but it's well beyond the capacity of both the blog server and my abilities as a videographer) I'm reminded of why I work wood by hand.
It's the dedication, the patience, the knowing that is will all work out in the end, whenever that might be.
And just like the primrose it seems to happen all of a sudden after weeks of wait and toil or months in the case of wood working, years sometimes in gardening.
It's been over a month since my last update and that's OK by me, a lot of the work had been simply redundant, photos you've already seen directions you've already ignored. It is after all, a mirror image of the left side.
Some aspects, however, have been groundbreaking
how to cut the big bevel along the front
devising a sixteenth of an inch wide drawer divider
really learning my Stanley 113
Sucking it up when I know I could do this in five minutes with a power tool
it has been six months now, learning and mastering tools long forgot, discovering techniques no longer taught, with tools someone found in grandpa's shed and didn't know what price to put on them at the yard sale
the stretchers are finally in place, the drawer fronts cut
spacers made (these will come in handy down the road!)
the biggest problem I have right now is horizontal surface on which to stack the ever accumulating pile of parts
I know I said 124, but it's final at 122, all done, no more mortices to hog, thank whatever deity you worship
and I'll talk again in another month, there's a bunch of smoothing, scraping, rasping, and sanding
oh yea, then finishing and glueing
then maybe I'll have something to write about again.
