Woodnknots
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So, there was this piece of beautiful Madagascar Rosewood. It was a nice round bowl blank. It sat in my shop for nigh on 6 months, waiting for me to decide what I wanted to do with it. I finally decided a week ago, but I needed to glue a waste block to it to make it happen. I jointed the bottom, jointed the waste block, and then glued and clamped. It sat for a week until tonight, when I decided it was time.
I turned it into a beautiful hollow form. The sides were perfectly uniform. The inside was nice and smooth. If fact, it was probably the nicest piece of craftsmanship I have every produced. Until I decided to smooth out that one last part. I touched it EVER so lightly, making sure I knew exactly where the wings of the gouge were. I knew it was risky, but I had to do it. I got everything done... Then I saw that tiny bit of CA left on the rim of the opening. "I'll just lightly take that bit off" I said to myself.
Famous last words.
The sound was horrendous, like a shot, or a cannon, or a nuclear blast, for all that it matters now. The pieces flew everywhere. There was screaming, crying and gnashing of teeth...
It was a fortunate thing that I had my respirator on, or the whole neighbor hood would have known that there was a potty mouth on the loose.
I went inside, and calmly told LOML that I needed some help. She must've seen the look on my face, because she didn't even complain that she was in her PJ's. She just got up and came out to help.
"look for pieces of wood that smell like mildew" I told her. (she had previously been nearly sick smelling the rosewood on the lathe).
We looked and looked. We found most of the pieces, but there were a few small ones that could not be found. I desperately started to glue the pieces into place, thinking that I could fill small areas with turqoise, but alas, I could not find enough pieces. I had to quit, and come inside. I asked her if I could get another piece of this beautiful wood, she said "yes, but it has to wait until the end of may"... CRAP!!! I am leaving in the first part of July for a detachment, then I'm deploying in August! There's no way I can get through that ritual again in that time!!!
This piece was going to be my crowning achievement, it was going to sit in a gallery with a wonderfully high price on it, and I was going to be famous... Wait, that last part was part of another fantasy, disregard, please.
So here I sit, brokenhearted... Just needed to vent...
I turned it into a beautiful hollow form. The sides were perfectly uniform. The inside was nice and smooth. If fact, it was probably the nicest piece of craftsmanship I have every produced. Until I decided to smooth out that one last part. I touched it EVER so lightly, making sure I knew exactly where the wings of the gouge were. I knew it was risky, but I had to do it. I got everything done... Then I saw that tiny bit of CA left on the rim of the opening. "I'll just lightly take that bit off" I said to myself.
Famous last words.
The sound was horrendous, like a shot, or a cannon, or a nuclear blast, for all that it matters now. The pieces flew everywhere. There was screaming, crying and gnashing of teeth...
It was a fortunate thing that I had my respirator on, or the whole neighbor hood would have known that there was a potty mouth on the loose.
I went inside, and calmly told LOML that I needed some help. She must've seen the look on my face, because she didn't even complain that she was in her PJ's. She just got up and came out to help.
"look for pieces of wood that smell like mildew" I told her. (she had previously been nearly sick smelling the rosewood on the lathe).
We looked and looked. We found most of the pieces, but there were a few small ones that could not be found. I desperately started to glue the pieces into place, thinking that I could fill small areas with turqoise, but alas, I could not find enough pieces. I had to quit, and come inside. I asked her if I could get another piece of this beautiful wood, she said "yes, but it has to wait until the end of may"... CRAP!!! I am leaving in the first part of July for a detachment, then I'm deploying in August! There's no way I can get through that ritual again in that time!!!
This piece was going to be my crowning achievement, it was going to sit in a gallery with a wonderfully high price on it, and I was going to be famous... Wait, that last part was part of another fantasy, disregard, please.
So here I sit, brokenhearted... Just needed to vent...
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