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Shortly after Thanksgiving my wife decided that we should make a (literal) cork board for her mom. Great idea, I thought, something we’ve been meaning to make for a while. I was happier still when she said by we, she didn’t mean me, it was something that she intended to (mostly) tackle on her own.
As a quick aside, lest I offend… I was the Art major, my wife – English. And thus, I’m typically the maker of all manner of stuff. It’s my bailiwick. From the latest incarnation of the “mix-tape” (complete with graphically designed cover art and liner notes) to art and food, soaps and candles, and (of late) wooden things. Needless to say it’s a busy (and tiring) time for us creative types (as you all well know). Though, I’d still take Santa’s job if it were offered to me.
Anyhow, the frame was up to me, but that was a no-brainer. It had to be oak, as a tribute to the barrels from whence it came. Luckily I had plenty of salvaged oak strips from a somewhat recent stair job, I found two matching, quartersawn pieces, cut a quick dado with the tablesaw and mitered them. (also had a piece of luan for the backer board.) This year we took the “very homemade Christmas” idea very seriously, and most of the family got great stuff that cost us little more than time and love (oh yeah and talent of course).
We grabbed a bottle of vino from the kitchen to toast our great idea, admiring the frame I easily knocked off. (somewhere in the ballpark of 12×19 inches, perhaps slightly larger). The one lone cork we had might as well have been a speck of sand in the vast universe.
“We’re gonna need more wine.” My wife and I both said at the same time.
We jumped in the car – had to take two trips – to the State liquor store and grabbed one of anything that looked interesting, or was on sale. Good thing we saved so much money making everything else, we nearly maxed out the credit card getting the holiday spirits.
Christmas Eve is kinda fuzzy. Most of December is kinda fuzzy come to think of it. I know we got to bed late. Very late. Near sunrise. But somehow we had the wherewithall to get that last cork glued into the frame before my mother-in-law came over. With Mimosas.