Musings not from my shop
Musings not from my shop
The thing about being a hobbyist woodworker is that shop time is not automatic. Sometimes kids, work, kids, other projects, etc demand attention. Did I mention kids? (The empty-nesters among you can stop snickering now.) That’s just the way it goes.
Progress on the Shaker desk for my mother-in-law is slow. My wife is on a business trip to Japan so I’m looking after the kids. I have another project going on that is consuming most of my free time (watch this space for updates on this -- it’s exciting). And at work, it’s just about time for final exams.
However, there is an upside to being a hobbyist woodworker. No client has ever called demanding to know why I’m behind schedule. If I don’t feel inspired I don’t have to go into the shop. And I’ve never had to wonder where the next job is going to come from. I sometimes comfort myself with those thoughts when I wish I could just chuck it all and hang out a sign. And soon life will calm down and I’ll be back in the shop working on that desk.
March 2, 2008
When life gets in the way