Bits of wisdom handed down from father to son... mother to daughter... Confucius to fortune cookie scribe. Foxworthian types before me have said it better, and until this weekend past I maintained that the surest divorce would result from a couple trying to back up a boat trailer in tandem (good people my in-laws, but i knew fear that day i saw the tail lights of the Envoy backing down the boat ramp). So in our own way we've chosen not to learn from our parents, peers or dessert cookies and stumbled into our own conubial act of no return - building casework together. And this is likely just the first in a 3 to 4 weekend odyssey.
Chapter 1: Woodshop: Where the Men are Men, and the Women are too.
This project began like all our others... a few grand ideas (hers), a couple of cocktails (mine), a few of considered diagrams (ours)... interlude music... finger pointing and ultimately compromise. We needed a bookcase and the guy who built our bathroom cabinets was too expensive. If one squints just right the diagrams can be seen on the wall just beyond:
We set aside both days of the weekend to collect materials and begin the fabrication. Some 8 sheets of birch ply and 400 linear feet of board later we set to work. Saturday was spent mostly running through the cut list - making the sheets of ply into the shelves and miscellaneous parts. We moved into a corner of the Alexandria Center's wood shop for the mass production. I don't have any pictures of this work but this video should suffice.
Chapter 2: Sunday, Bloody Sunday
With the boards cut to length and width, fabrication could begin. And through it all, the drilling...
the biscuit-ing...
the assembling...
Not one F'ing smile. Hardcore.wood work is a lonely man's game.
to be continued....
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