My Hands Remembered

At school the first term students and I fit our drawers, made and fit the frame and panel back to our cabinets, and began work on the sawhorses. In the time between lectures and assisting the students, I began work on the set of chairs in narra, I began a while back. 

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I finished roughing out the crest rail blanks, and finished the rear seat rail joinery. Over the next few days I will pick away at completing the shaping on the back legs. The narra is lovely and will make a fine chair, but not nearly as strong as the white oak the originals were made, so I have made all the parts a trifle larger than the originals. I can adjust the visual weight when I get to the edge treatment. 

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With less than two weeks left in the term, despite the diminishing daylight, the evenings are getting longer and the mornings earlier. Over the years I have come to enjoy this time. Sunday I will head into the school and prepare the millwork for next term.

In my own workshop this past week, I crosscut the supports to length, and dialled in the fit of the notch. I am heading out after I write to finish the shaping before turning my attention to the shoulders on the twin live tenons, which need a bit of work. 

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Life is busy but good. In the words of Eva Zeisel, “My hands have remembered something remembered. Not my mind but my hands. 
Be well and enjoy your work,
Robert