|Project by jbswearingen||posted 07-05-2012 03:33 PM||788 views||0 times favorited||1 comment|
Eighth grade woodshop, circa 1988. While every other red-blooded redneck boy in my class made a clock shaped like either a football helmet or electric guitar, I chose this. They picked on me quite a bit for it, but when we had them all on display for the parents’ night show-and-tell, mine garnered the most attention. It was worth it!
Walnut with stick on numbers and a bar-finish type poured epoxy top. The teacher planed and edged glued the wood; we traced the patterns, cut the shape with jig saws, then filed and sanded the final shape. After that, we laid the pattern for the numbers, applied them, and the instructor mixed up the epoxy and poured the finish one afternoon after school let out.
This hung proudly in my parents’ house for twenty years, and after my fiance and I bought our first house, they mailed it to me so we could hang it up. Goes to show how much they love my fiance now and hated my ex-wife—it stayed at their house while we were married!
-- Semper fi, Brad