Steve Maskery
Established Member
I have a friend. There is no need to sound so surprised.
We discussed the C-word. I said no, so she went to her sister's in Jersey on her own. We discussed Presents. I said I don't so C for the sake of C, so I wasn't going to buy her anything just for the sake of it, she needed to tell me exactly what she would like.
Etc, etc.
So she bought me a ticket to the theatre, which we both thoroughly enjoyed, and I agreed to give her some woodworking lessons.....
She'd seen an old battered, weathered, step-stool that my dad made when we were little. Possibly before I was born, actually. I can't remember life without it. Now, it is riddled with worm, covered in lichen and is generally tatty, but it allows easier access to the upper shelves of a kitchen, for example.
She liked it and wanted something similar.
So on Friday I took her to a timber yard to see how one buys timber, and yesterday we started to make this stool.
Planer
Thicknesser
SCMS
Tablesaw
Handplane
Pencil and square
Domino
Biscuit joiner
Glue
Clamps
Etc, etc.
It astonished me to discover how long it takes to teach somebody who is approaching this from Ground Zero. She is not an silly person (Edit: that was written I-D-I-O-T but was censored by the PC Police), by any means, and is quite arty-crafty, but has never held a try square, or measured 310mm ("Is that right?", "No, that is 31").
It takes ten minutes on the SCMS to make one cut - understanding how the machine works, how to switch it on, how to switch it off, where to hold the workpiece, what does the startup actually feel like? It's a scary machine to a novice.
On the TS - "Set the fence to 75mm."
"What's the fence and how do I set it?"
"Don't push it there, push it there instead."
We take so much for granted (well, I do) that it is easy to forget what is is like to be a total beginner.
S
We discussed the C-word. I said no, so she went to her sister's in Jersey on her own. We discussed Presents. I said I don't so C for the sake of C, so I wasn't going to buy her anything just for the sake of it, she needed to tell me exactly what she would like.
Etc, etc.
So she bought me a ticket to the theatre, which we both thoroughly enjoyed, and I agreed to give her some woodworking lessons.....
She'd seen an old battered, weathered, step-stool that my dad made when we were little. Possibly before I was born, actually. I can't remember life without it. Now, it is riddled with worm, covered in lichen and is generally tatty, but it allows easier access to the upper shelves of a kitchen, for example.
She liked it and wanted something similar.
So on Friday I took her to a timber yard to see how one buys timber, and yesterday we started to make this stool.
Planer
Thicknesser
SCMS
Tablesaw
Handplane
Pencil and square
Domino
Biscuit joiner
Glue
Clamps
Etc, etc.
It astonished me to discover how long it takes to teach somebody who is approaching this from Ground Zero. She is not an silly person (Edit: that was written I-D-I-O-T but was censored by the PC Police), by any means, and is quite arty-crafty, but has never held a try square, or measured 310mm ("Is that right?", "No, that is 31").
It takes ten minutes on the SCMS to make one cut - understanding how the machine works, how to switch it on, how to switch it off, where to hold the workpiece, what does the startup actually feel like? It's a scary machine to a novice.
On the TS - "Set the fence to 75mm."
"What's the fence and how do I set it?"
"Don't push it there, push it there instead."
We take so much for granted (well, I do) that it is easy to forget what is is like to be a total beginner.
S