Authentic Nautical Accessories, and Custom Furnishings
I have to be careful this time of year. It is neither prudent nor provident to allow myself to become fixated on one thing. Winter has a lot to do with this. January is my usual month to sit in the office, cogitate, plan, imagine, and create new fancies from whole cloth.
My introduction to the world of exotic woods began early. I had to stack and sort through piles of different woods at my mentor's studio. Of course, Warburton would never be my master, and I'd never become his apprentice. But he took mentorship seriously while treating me a bit like an apprentice. So when I was in Baltimore, I'd go off to his studio and work as directed.
In the light of a January first morning, the shop looks particularly grody. Just two weeks ago, I put the wrap on end-of-season production. I emptied the trash barrel and walked away for two weeks of non-shop activities. If it wasn't done, it was going to wait. I do this because I found through hard experience that taking orders much past Thanksgiving resulted in profits but too much stress at home during the holidays.
Christmas list for the shop:
year, I start shifting equipment and supplies in the carving shop. Days that I do that are like having deja vu about my UPS days and playing a very bizarre game of Tetris.
You can't carve without removing wood. And removing wood can be as delicate a process as lightly slipping the gouge through the wood or propelling it forcefully. Apply too much force in the wrong situation, and you have lovely kindling.
Saturday I got to spend an entire day in my shop. The planets aligned, and only the fallen leaves in my backyard protested my ignoring them. Now, it may be strange that while my commute to the shop is less than a minute, I have to struggle to get to it. But, I still have a day job, family commitments, a blog, a garden to prepare for winter, and household duties.
I have was enveigled, into doing a crafts show this December. OK, it was more of an email, and I've been bored, so I'll trot off for a day of standing behind a table hustling spoons, cutting boards, small signs, bowls, and whatever I think might fit on a single table.
So, you couldn't use these to mop a floor.
I posted on using cement on the end grain of a small schooner I was working on a while ago. The logic was that this particular carving would have lots of unsupported end-grain prone to breakage while I was carving.
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