Ponderings #24: So Many Sketches That I Think I'm A Painter Or Something!

I hate it, but then again I don’t. I get random ideas for pieces of furniture that run through my head and I have to at least jot down a rough sketch or else I’ll lose something, and I really don’t want to do that. I don’t want to lose the table I came up with to house the onyx chessboard I inherited from my Uncle when he passed away (he was only 12 years older than me…we were more like brothers). I don’t want to lose the entertainment center with doors based on some of my favorite works from Mondrian, my favorite artist. I don’t want to lose any of these things.

The trouble is, I’m beginning to wonder how I’ll ever build them all. But, let’s face it, that’s half the fun.

After the bookcase for Mom, I’m probably going to build something like a step stool that TChisel posted on Sawmill Creek as a possible contest idea. Frankly, it’s all dovetails which looks interesting to me, so I’ll put that one together. But after that, I’m thinking of giving my chess table a shot. It’ll take some skills I don’t have, and I still have to figure out the best way to make the legs, but after I draft it out in detail (oh how I wish I could use sketchup!), I’ll post it here and give my thoughts. The biggest issue I can think of is getting my hands on thick enough wood, but I’ll deal with that hurdle when it gets here.

So many pieces, so little time.

And to think that all of this is really the result of pushing my mind to come up with things I’ve never seen before.

-- "Give me your poor tools, your tired steel, your huddled masses of rust." Yep, I ripped off the Statue of Liberty. That's how I roll!