|Project by 72hw||posted 12-10-2012 04:53 AM||1404 views||4 times favorited||4 comments|
So my sweetie’s mother (The Momma) is, well, how shall I say this… Not Tall.
I feel bad when she comes to stay with us – you see, all the good stuff is in the upper cabinets. Things like food, spices, mixing bowls, plates – you know, all the things that The Momma loves to cook with. Often I found myself searching all over for my popcorn bowl after she went back home, only to find it on one of the bottom shelves.
Imagine that – having to bend down to get your popcorn bowl! Oh the horror!
In the interest of fairness we did purchase one of those nifty folding plastic step stools for her a while back. It worked for a day or two, then my fat ass decided it might be a good idea to use it while hanging a new exhaust hood above our range. Fail! Nearly busted my head open on the counter and got a nasty bruise across the top of my foot when the POS exploded underneath me!
Obviously something had to be done – something sturdy…. something that was built to hold weight of an adult without 20 moving parts like that plastic death trap…. Something made of…. yes, made of wood!
So I whipped out the step stool on the right in the first picture, the finished one, and liked it enough to build a second one for myself so I can reach those top shelves in the shop… er, garage – I meant garage Sweetie!
Made of 3/4” poplar (cause it’s cheap and I am still learning this wood working thing) the stools are constructed with simple butt joints, glue and screws just to be safe. The legs are set at a 10 degree angle under the tops, and believe it or not they have been tested to a static load of 200 pounds. Got to use my new router table to do the round over edges and learned some creative clamping techniques so it was a great project for me.
Anyhow, The Momma has not yet seen the stool but I hope she likes it!
-- “Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final.” ― Hunter S. Thompson