Today I saw some pictures from inside my shop that were taken a little over 2 years ago. At that time I had just started woodworking. My tools were few and cheap and the shop was fairly sparsely populated. I looked at those pictures and I was shocked. I was blown away. My shop has changed immensely. Since then I have gotten more tools. I’ve gotten bigger and better tools. There is no longer “plenty of room” in my shop. But the main difference? Scraps. My shop is over run with scraps. I’m not a hoarder, I burn them regularly. Some of them. The totally worthless ones. The rest of them have little organization to them. They mingle with each other. They wait until a day when I want to test the depth of a router bit or the color of a stain. But, do I really want to test it on that particular scrap? I might could use that one for something… someday… A little over 2 years of woodworking has turned me into this crazy scrap collector, analyzer, whatever I might be. At some point the insanity must stop.
-- Skill and confidence are an unconquered army.