Now sit down, and take a deep breath.
This post will be intentionally devoid of all cynicism, sarcasm, irony and even misdirected humour.
It's all about wood.
I admit it, I love wood.
I love the smell freshly planed pine makes.
I love the feel of the subtle grains as I stroke them with glass paper.
I adore the exceptional smoothness combined with an underlying hardness that exists when a piece is finished, just before the wax/Danish Oil/Varnish/Polyurethane finish is applied.
|A Danish Oil finish|
It's my hobby.
In the past I've made wardrobes, kitchen units, chairs, tables, beds, workbenches, writing desks, makeup tables and once, a complete shower cabinet.
I can escape from all of the normal troubles and woes of everyday existence and loose myself in the planing, design and manufacture of the desired object.
I am just finishing a set of Mahjong Tile Racks for my Beloved. She just started to play this year, and is seemingly becoming quite good at it, so I bought a good set of Mahjong tiles for her Christmas present, and I think a set of tile racks would just finish it off.
They're relatively easy to make, but quite hard to get the complete satin-feel finish I strive for, especially where the internal angled cuts meet.
My son just came down to my garage/workshop and reminded me it was 9:00 pm and that I should join them in the family room. I'd been engrossed in sanding a piece for the past 2 hours and had lost track of time.
I am really looking forward to the next 2-4 days of planing, sanding and finishing the racks.
Did you know that a properly finished piece of wood has the same feel as the gently curved flesh of a nubile young woman?
I wonder why I like woodworking so much.