In progress:

Yup, finally attacked the lathe today. It was fun. More to come soon, hopefully.

Boxy box

The way I've heard it is that you're not old until you start collecting flamingos, or something like that. They also say that memory loss is also one of the three signs of old age. (That's my excuse if I got the flamingo thing wrong.) But it is the flamingo thing that forms the basis for this post, as TC wanted me to make a box with a pink flamingo inside to give to her mother-in-law's mom's birthday.

We had decided on this some time ago. It wasn't until about two weeks ago that we realized "Oh, her birthday's coming up soon, we'd better hurry up and make the box!" I think that this has been a record turn-around time for me, especially given the problems I had with the hinges. (Note to self: Find a source for small decorative stainless steel screws. Brass is too soft for oak.)

And so, here is the box. It is solid 1/4" thick oak, (my wood of choice, it seems.) and it is finished with two coats of natural flavor polyurethane inside and out. Roughly 9 1/4" long by 5 3/4" wide and 2 3/8" tall.


Now to clear off my desk and start something else.