|Project by RHaynes||posted 03-11-2014 03:15 PM||3337 views||5 times favorited||9 comments|
This is a toy box for my almost-3-year-old daughter, Hannah. It’s frame-and-panel construction using 3/4” poplar for the frames, 1/4” MDF for the panels, 3/4” plywood for the bottom and top, with the top upholstered then wrapped in a 3/4” thick, mitered poplar frame. It’s painted with Behr high-gloss latex over Kilz Premium primer, then covered with several coats of Polycrilic in a feeble attempt to protect the paint from “Destructor.” This was my first swing at upholstery. My wife picked the fabric. The pink color is called “Ballerina Pink,” which is just about the most perfect thing I could imagine when I found it.
The long story behind this is I first caught the WW bug a couple years ago when my BIL hipped me to Kreg’s pocket hole jig. I had done a lot of home improvement over the years, built a few decks, finished a few basements, and did my share of finish carpentry, but never had I been able to join things together like that. One of the first things I decided to do was build a toy box for my newborn daughter. I had some scrap pine my neighbor gave me when he cleared out his garage. I cut the pieces to length on my chop saw and started screwing them into panels. Of course, without a jointer or ripping them down on the TS, they curved up like a basketball, but eventually I got things into a rough toybox shape. And then all hell broke loose and my garage turned into a “real” woodshop. And the “draft” toybox was forgotten. Then before I knew it, my daughter was 2, and my wife wanted the toybox for her room.
When my wife mentioned the toybox, it was like talking about the ugly, forgotten thing living in the basement, and by that time my skills had improved so much I didn’t want to finish a half-assed attempt and give it to my daughter. I wanted her to have something that was done skillfully and that would last a long time. So I trashed the draft and started a new one. But this time, I had a jointer, planer, real table saw, and a router table with several choices of cope and stick bits, a bandsaw to saw the “legs,” and all the other tools needed to make something I think she’ll be proud to say “my daddy made this for me.”
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