|Project by lostsheep||posted 10-05-2015 10:50 AM||540 views||0 times favorited||1 comment|
(I wrote this as my Pyrate character for my vending biz, Pyrate Popped Kettle Corn)
While I was at the Pirate Festival over Labor Day, it was brought to my attention by my neighbor Habeen (Bob), the meatballs on a stick guy, that didn’t have a ‘tip’ jar. Actually, it had never crossed my wee piddlin’ Nth of grey matter that I should have one. Well, a Pyrate doesn’t use a ‘tip’ jar, he uses a ‘Gratitude’ chest. Since September be sooo slloooww business-wise, thar be fair little funding for some fancy purchase of a chest.
So, I made one. I had an old pallet hanging around, I whacked it into suitable bits, ran it up on the table saw, scritched me noggin a bit about size, style, and sech. I like the traditional dome-top, so that be me pattern. I wanted a bit o’ a weather beaten effect, so I only lightly sanded it, leaving much o’ the scarring and character intact. I did apply a light coat o’ mahogany stain finish to it to bring it a bit together.
I got the whole thing made, then realized I hadn’t any hinges. I did a bit o’ research on the interwebby, and devised a plan to make wooden hinges. I have no scroll saw, like the fellow on Youtube had, but I did has a coping saw. Kinda sorta the same thing.
Well, I accomplished all the dimensioning, cut the groove fer the little piece of welding rod I be using fer a hinge pin, then clamped the enscribed upon blank piece o’ wood down and applied the coping saw to the layout lines. Sweat be clouding my vision, and miniscule wood dust particles were cloggin’ me nostrils like bakers flour. After a scant 45 minutes, I had indeed accomplished making a wooden hinge.
The topmost line of the saw track was spot on. However, the bottommost track wandered like John Silver wi’ arf an inch off his peg leg and a sore bunion on the other foot. And, it only opened in one direction, due to the deflection of the blade making the warblery cut. A bit o’ sanding and the application o’ a fine carving knife might repair that.
Two hours later, I had the finest Fred Flintstone looking hinge ye e’er laid a glass to. But it still didn’t work well, and it looked like….ahem….bad. I tossed it into the dust bin. I had another plan of attack, using me band saw, but then I stumbled on a set of four remnant hinges from a previous endeavor. Perfect.
Now, it dawned on me, how do I lock the chest? I have no hasp of suitable size. And Home Despot wants $3 for one, if they actually have one in stock. Why, that be the price o’ a half sixer o’ decent brew! Lets see…. foo-foo faux brass hasp…. beer…..hasp…beer…..
No brainer. Ye see what I ended up wit’. I had the answer in me junk bin all along!
Hope ye like it!