Wednesday, August 7, 2013
The Drawer Is Hung
Yesterday I worked all day, but my bench was on my mind the entire time. I have to say, I haven't been this excited about a bench since I built my first Roubo some years ago. Why? I don't quite know. My gut tells me its because I got this one started with 19 other like-minded woodworkers.The memories of the FORP will be with me I imagine until I'm too old to remember my name.
But my mind tells me its because this bench is a sort of core symbol of the craft. Yes, the hand plane or hand saw is the ubiquitous image for us, but I never had that connection with either of those tools. I did have that glorious moment when I made my first gossamer shaving on my own, but I never saw the tool itself as a symbol of the spirit of woodworking. For me, its the bench.
So what it is about Roubo's Plate 11 bench? Romance. Pure and simple. Is it functional? Absolutely, and obviously. Will I put my other Roubo, outfitted with Benchcrafted vises out by the curb? Are you kidding? I will never give up my Glide Crisscross or Tail Vise voluntarily, I honestly could not work happily without either of those. But does that mean I need them for every operation? Nope. Does that mean that some days I want to make something entirely on my Plate 11 bench, even at the cost of perhaps less efficient workholding? Definitely. Am I tired of asking and answering my own questions? You bet.
Here's what I did for the past few evenings before I could hold my eyelids open another second. I built the drawer.