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I am convinced that all woodworkers have a certain amount of stupid mistake cards that they are issued when they begin their woodworking journey. In awe, we watch the masters join together wood in flawless and even magical ways. They float over their shops, clothed in mystique and intrigue, dominating the wood a la Gandalf’s conquest of the Moria goblins. The truth is: Master woodworkers have simply used up their cards and now no longer make stupid mistakes (at least not as many).
I have not used up all my cards.
A couple days ago, I recently suffered a humiliating mistake that was of my own doing: Pattern routing an arc into a beautiful cherry apron piece. The pattern was not securely attached (just a couple pieces of blue tape), and I was routing against the grain instead of flipping the piece like even my wife said I should. The pattern moved, and the router grabbed the work and tore the apron literally in half. My kids were present to see the pressing of Dad’s “silent rage” button. Wise beyond her years, my wife said “Cmon kids, let’s go upstairs”. Pathetically, I tried to plane the chatter off of the pieces in effort to glue them back together, but the grain didn’t match. Denial. Rage. Tears. Grief. Lessons.
At work, my boss wanted a primitive looking “mug tree” to hang our coffee cups on, so I agreed to take it on. I couldn’t find the right base until yesterday when my father in law let me peruse his wood pile. I found what I was looking for and went to work.
I present to you “muglog”. Not as anything that I am overly proud of, but as a humble yet therapeutic reminder to myself that I can still connect two pieces of wood together in a way that is useful.