During my first few months as an amateur woodworker, I was plagued by a severe case of “bitoffmorethanicanchew-itis”. Looking at the work of great masters and artists, reading articles in Fine Woodworking Magazine, and walking through exquisite furniture stores got me so excited. All I could think was, “I would love to make one of those!” Unfortunately, inspiration eclipsed my ability, talent, and equipment.
I recall walking into the local woodworking supply store one evening with my hat in my hands hoping that someone there could rescue me. After introducing myself to the men standing at the front counter,I began mumbling some sorry story about how I had started building a table, ran into a ridiculous compound angle, and was now afraid I had wasted a lot of time and material and had dug myself into a hole so deep there was no way out.
Ron looked over the counter at me and asked,”Do you know what we call people like you around here?”
“We call ‘em woodworkers!” He laughed and said, “I’ve been doing this all of my life and I always overextend myself. It’s the agony that goes with the ecstasy.” The other guys were grinning and nodding.
The three men gathered around the sketches I had made and helped me to plot a solution to my dilemma, one that was within my grasp (though quite a stretch). My table turned out a little bit different, but still very mice.
Memo to self: Don’t be afraid to try something beyond you. If I dig myself in too deep, someone will usually throw me a rope if I call out for help. When no one is around, I always learn a ton from clawing and climbing my way out.