Adventures in WoodworkingI have been gathering tools.
The little corner of the basement that is serving as the bootstrap shop is coming to life. The saws are down there, blades all in their little sheaths, and now chisels, too, plus a growing collection of layout gadgets. A cheap vise bench holds wood for the moment, and I've lucked into a bench vise which I need to install. There are planes in my future, and I do not have enough clamps. I expect to get used to not having enough clamps. It's all a jumble right now, but things are moving apace.
The eventual plan is to make saw horses. With saw horses comes a bench top (under the try plane I do not yet have), and from the bench top will come a bench. Hopefully, the bench will open up worlds of possible things.
For the moment, I am still practicing with the saws, and learning the ways of the chisels. I am learning to cut dovetails on junk wood pulled from the corners of the basement: I cut some tails, cope out most of the waste, and chisel the rest. My cuts are not true, and I blow out the wood with the chisels sometimes. In general, they're pretty awful, those tails.
So I lop off that bit and do it again.
I had forgotten about the splinters. I got a right good one in my thumb the other night, and spent patient minutes pulling the sliver from my finger with a sterilized pin. It's good to have callouses. As a child, this sort of thing would be treated afterward with a drop of mercurachrome, inky red from the dropper bottle in the powder room, but I have none of it.
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