Sunday, February 27, 2011

Dreams and Inspirations

I've always been into drawing and painting.  Chad has always been the builder.  Sure, I have come up with ideas, and designs, and I help hold things sometimes.  I enjoy the sanding, but Chad says I get way too picky.  Just because I like sanding to 400 or 600 grit.  It makes a difference.  To me.  I can tell.  Anyhow, in starting a woodworking business, I'm trying to find my "spot".  So far, I'm in design, social media, wooden pendants, and some finishing.  But I'd like to do more.  Create more.  Art more.

Arting up the wood is often in contradiction to respecting the beauty of the wood itself, to me.  I'll be honest, there isn't a whole lot of inlay that I actually find tasteful.  I don't even like the look of a lot of dovetail or finger joints.  But before you get offended, you have to know that I don't buy shirts with words or pictures on them.  Prints of any sort are quite rare in my closet.  I'm basic to a fault.  My taste is so simple that it makes Mission Styled furniture look ornate.  Ah, but I like quality materials.  Natural materials.  Blindfold me and I can tell you if the piano keys are plastic or ivory.  As much as I'd like to incorporate my art into some heirloom pieces, I am simultaneously operating under the assumption that doing so will detract from the beauty that was there in the first place.

So, I began a little e-journey to challenge my preconceptions.  I would comb through Google's images until I found inlays, wood carvings and inspirations that I actually found beautiful.  When it comes to inlays, I still like them best on cribbage boards, hope chests, and jewelry boxes.  Ok, gun stocks, too.  But I found a few samples that caught my fancy.
Allison Elizabeth Taylor's RedRock
Still, the only thing I can envision actually wanting to do is a glorious set of double wooden doors on the front of my dream house some day.  Yeah, that's the ticket!  So, I suppose I'll need to practice.  I'll probably end up making a bunch of hot pads between now and then.

Then, I got thinking about wood carving.  One of the guys in #WoodChat on Twitter mentioned Tibetan or Indian (or something) wood carving that maintained balance and beauty and peace.  So, I started poking around...


I'm not entirely sure if the last one is carved of wood, but I'm figuring that anything that can be carved of stone can be carved of wood, too.  Anyhow, these really inspire me.  I'm excited.  I think I'm going to see what I can do with my Dremel.  Now, I know other woodworkers might consider that cheating.  But I'm figuring whoever carved the peacock above didn't have the awesome tools we have today, and could accuse the more authentic carver of the same thing.  I don't know.  It doesn't really matter.  What matters to me is to see something in my head, and put it in front of me.  

I have a feeling that Ana's going to have a pretty awesome double wide, fully steering wagon this summer.  Now, if I can just decide what to do...

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Space, tea, and tranquility

How I arrived here...

...a cup of tea while toddlers nap
I've been getting more and more frustrated lately.  Part of it is being the mother of a one year old (parents, you  know what I'm talking about).  But a bigger part of it is not organizing and compartmentalizing my day.  Maybe some people are way better at multi-tasking than I am, so if that's you, congratulations.  See, initially, I thought that there wouldn't be much change from being a stay at home mom to being a work at home mom.  I mean, how cool that I can patter away on the laptop, lounging on the couch while my darling toddler plays contentedly at my feet.  Oh, yeah, add to the mental imagery an always fresh mug of hot jasmine green tea steaming on the end table next to me.  (Speaking of which, I'm going to go put some water on.)  While we are at it, let's just go ahead and imagine I look like Angelina Jolie.  Reality is that I feel like I'm spending all day pecking at the keyboard in between learning new ninja-mommy moves to defend the coveted computer from our daughter's constant assault.  She is trying to climb up on me and close the laptop and starts that irritating complaining cry.  One of her toys hits home - I don't know what key it is, but this girl nails it every stinking time! - and eradicates the last 1/2 hour's worth of progress, meager though it might be.  I'm shooting evil looks at my husband because "I'm trying to WORK, here!", I holler in my mind.  (Ahhh, my tea.  Can you smell the heady, optimistic jasmine?)  Eventually, I leave him and the little emotional wreck to go to the bedroom to get something done.  The first 5 minutes are spent straightening the kinks in my brain and wishing I had some tea, but not daring leave the momentary sanctuary.  Not even to go to the bathroom.  Oh, on top of that, the child has decided not to go to sleep at night on her own.  ?!  She has been the most awesome go-to-bed-er ever.  In all of history.  In the entire universe.  How am I going to do anything if I have to go to sleep with her?  It hasn't helped that both Daddy and Daughter are sick.

My two sickies can be quite precious.
I can't go on like this.  I am neither productive with the computer stuff, nor the mommy stuff.  And that's not to mention the wife stuff, or household stuff.  I'm on the verge of saying hurtful things.  Biting back all kinds of spite, I told Chad, "I'm not in a healthy place in my mind.  And I haven't been for a while."

Thus, last night, C offered to lay down with Ana while I wrap up my day at my own pace, in peace.  It was wonderful.  I don't think I have ever enjoyed flossing my teeth so much.  As I was going about my business, I got thinking that since I'm going to bed earlier than usual, why don't I wake up earlier than my child and enjoy some more of this peace.  Get a jump start, be one step ahead, instead of dragging behind.  Oh, just the vision of sipping some Earl Grey while looking at the family calender and getting a feel for the upcoming week felt like all kinds of right.

I awoke this morning, before Ana, got her all snuggled in with Daddy, and not only took a shower, but cleaned off the kitchen table for the first time in months as well (wish I had a before picture).  Then, over tea, I looked over the calender.  Today, I'll be watching Ana's little buddy all day.  Got it.  Then changed some items on our website,  caught up on emails, and checked in on all our social networking accounts, and started a list of thing I'd like to accomplish today.  Those of you who know me might be surprised at this.  But I have found that if I don't have a list, I get so overwhelmed that when I do have a moment, I spend it spacing out and become even more overwhelmed, and then defeated because I just wasted some perfectly good time for doing stuff.  So, I made a list fully knowing that not all will get done, and that's ok.  Then, as if that wasn't enough, and hearing that she was awake in the bedroom with Chad, I made Ana's breakfast.  Before she could do that hungry, complaining cry, she was in her high chair, bib and all, with her morning yogurt smoothie.  It is amazing what a mom can do when she has both arms and her mind all to herself.  GOAL!!

My new morning office
P.S.  Thank you, Chad for the moments of peace!

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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Family trip to the wood shop

Chad and Anamaria came down with a nasty cold a couple days ago, and that always makes them stir-crazy.  So, when today opened up, we decided to head out to the shop.  Ever since Chad came home with his first candelabra, I've been wanting to make one on the band saw.  We came across the design in a huge book of woodworking projects Collete (my birth-mother) gave me for my birthday.  Chad's first was Hickory, which he stained with black walnut colored stain.  Hickory is a super hard wood with super tight grain that has stripes of larger straw-like grains.  The stain doesn't take well in the tight areas, but the straw-like grains become almost black, which look like armies of pinstripes rushing across the board in waves.  That's the thing about hickory.  Naturally, it has light, ash-like areas, and darker cherry-like areas all poured into the same tree.  The lighter areas really aren't all that remarkable.  And you'd hardly ever notice the long, open grains.  Until you stain it.  Wow.  So cool.

So, Chad dropped Ana and I off at the shop and left to grab us all some lunch.  Ana moseyed about overwhelmed at all the things there are for a 1 year old to touch.  And I moseyed about looking for the perfect piece for my first candle holder.

Let's get some things straight here.  I come from a very resourceful, but somewhat unskilled background when it comes to this kind of thing.  Large, noisy, powerful machines scare the bejeezers out of me.  Plain sand paper is my kind of thing.  Oh, and my Dremel.  Well, the actual Dremel burned out pretty quick, so I have some other small rotary tool that fits all those nifty little gadgets.  Anyhow, table saws, drill presses, and the like... um... yeah, you do that, I'll be over there.  Chad, on the other hand, honestly can't remember the first time he used an electric drill (back when they all plugged into the wall, haha!) because he was so young.  He was using said drill to help his dad remodel their house when he was 8 or 9.  He went on to help his father build an amazing wood home - not a drop of paint in the entire thing.  You've never seen so much gorgeous wood.  And then later built houses with his friend.  Power tools are his thing.  So, when I do a project, it generally starts out with him cutting everything to size, explaining everything as he goes so I can do it next time.  Sure.  Whatever.  Just cut my stuff.

(Once he reads that, my cover will be totally blown.  *sigh*  Going to have to put my big-girl-safety-goggles on and learn how to do it myself, eventually.)

Measuring and drawing my lines.  Ana added some of her own lines, well, squiggles, too.

So, I picked out a few boards to look over when he got back.  After settling on the Ash, and devouring a chicken sandwich, Chad got busy cutting my board to size.  {Thank you, My Love!}  With a fresh blade on the band saw, I was good to go.  Now, the band saw isn't so scary.  It isn't too loud, and it doesn't kick.  Besides, I remember using a jig saw in Tech Ed back in jr. high, and this was kind of like that.  This blade cuts  like butter.  It was actually a lot of fun, and I think I'm going to enjoy doing more with it.  Then, I headed over to the stationary belt sander.
It was here that I realized Three Things.
1 - It would have been far more efficient to sand the entire board before cutting it into pieces.
2 - It would have been wise to run my board through the planer before sanding (before cutting it into pieces).
3 - It hurts like a sonuvagun when a finger slips off the wood, sanding a hole in it.  It is still throbbing as I type.
Chad promises that this is not the last time that I will learn any of these lessons.  Lessons 1 & 2, fine.  But not 3.  Please, not 3.

Ana is learning the meaning of "ouch", "owie", and "hurt".  She just had a growth spurt so abrupt that she's still getting used to having to duck down in places she used to fit under.  So, having a bandage on my fingertip immediately drew her attention.  At her questioning look, I pointed to my finger and explained "Ouch.  I have an owie."  Her face fell into a painful look and she held her hand to her head!  Oh, the sweetheart.

Improvising a sling with Grampa's flannel.

Most of my work done, Chad picked out a really fat Champagne Sugar Maple board and decided to make a candelabra for tea lights since tea lights are so popular due to their safety and availability.  For one, the Maple is breathtaking.  Maple?  You say, incredulously.  Yep.  This isn't any ordinary bland Maple.  This comes from a tree that dies standing, doesn't rot, and leaches minerals from the soil.  These minerals color the wood like a very subtle watercolored rainbow of browns, grays, roses, tans, and golds.  Not yet finished, but a solid start.  I'm loving his fresh take on this design, and can't wait to post pictures once completed.

Stores flat, pivots open for stability.  Open as far as you like.

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