I have been waiting for the 9mm veneered mdf to come in before gluing up all the frame and panel pieces. I get the phone call on Tuesday, “Renners, your sheets of oak are here” ...
You are f@cking kidding me.
“Er, you mean mahogany?”
“Hang on, I’ll go and check”
I breathe a sigh of relief as he comes back and tells me that the sheets are, indeed, mahogany as I had ordered.
“Ah Jeez…” I say ”...you put the heart sideways in me there, so you did”.
Maybe I’ve been living in Ireland too long, these Irish expressions occasionally come out, in a subconscious piss-take kind of way.
So I go into town and pick them up, they have been made to order which is why it took two weeks, expensive too, €63 a go, so they’d want to be right. Get them back to the workshop, some parts make me cringe, the inevitable yonic repeat you get with knife cut veneers, but some parts look really good too. I spend a little while sorting out a cutting order, where can I lose that bit?, where I can have that bit on show?.
There’s a nice run of ‘pippy’ veneer that I select for the doors and visible end panel, the bits I don’t like will go where they’ll never be seen. There’s some other weird patterns repeating in the sheets, like crazy skulls, owls, and one bit that reminds me of a helmet in ‘Gladiator’, where Russell Crowe is fighting the freed Champion whilst contending with tigers too.
The track saw makes short work of the sheets, I’d already pre-dadoed the frame pieces with a plunge router to save time. I just need to take another whisker out, I do that quickly enough, cramping all the stopped dado pieces together to make a wide surface so the router doesn’t tip over, and just making a small adjustment on the router table for the thru dadoes. I manage to get three out of six panels glued up, all of them go together well, I am quite pleased with myself for making the “20 minute slot morticer” for loose tenoning this job, which has worked like a charm.
Then we get another phone call. My wife’s Uncle has died in Mayo. Down tools. Pack the car. Off to the Wesht.
There’s nothing can be done. Can’t be in two places at once. Priorities.