9th February Sunday
Snow was falling again as we got up. Over breakfast I read about the storms in the UK, and checked with Louise that everything was good in Bradford-on-Avon.
Kelli had agreed to go shopping with Greer who came down from Grand Rapids for the afternoon. As I was not included in the girls shopping expedition, I locked myself away in the garage to do some staining. Oh how I hate staining. I have watched countless videos on different techniques with smug looking guys in immaculate workshops applying colour to a perfect piece of timber. They wipe off the access leaving a perfectly coated sample, their satisfied smile makes me want to scream.
It is the same with other woodworkers with top of the range numerical controlled machines, they talk like everybody should have them. I wonder how they get enough work to ever make a living.
The best video I’ve watched showed a guy go out into the woods chop down a tree, split it into strips using wedges and an axe. There was not one machine used in the entire process of making a bed frame. This was woodcraft at its purest. It probably took over a year to make it.
I know what we do is not challenging, although if there is a difficult way to do something, I will find it.
Another Lifetime to go 