A little girl went to Home Depot a couple of weeks ago. She walked in the door, walked to her left and lifted her chin high as she scanned All of the signs. You know someone is lost when they are reading the signs. A tall man walked toward her, and, sensing her lostness, asked, "What can I help you with?"
"I need wood," she said apologetically.
"What kind of wood?"
"I'm building a box," as if she'd already started.
"Oh, so you need wood-wood."
So I brought home my cut pieces of wood-wood and began sanding. I wasn't sure how this box was going to assemble. I had some Elmer's wood glue, tack nails, and considered that my box might need more love. I carefully glued the first two pieces - a bottom, and one side. My dad had warned me that my box might be more trouble than it was worth. But the glue set up quickly, and I didn't need to let the first pieces dry before gluing the rest. I put the whole thing together in twenty minutes, to my surprise, adjusting the points of contact as each piece melded to the others. I placed exactly one tack nail before I discovered that more would not be necessary.
I'm currently putting the finishing touches on before painting. The cuts weren't perfect, so I'm sanding down a few edges, carefully filling spaces with glue, sanding every surface to perfection.
I have never done anything like this before, and I find it very satisfying to take time to create something well. It's going to be a great box. It's purpose is to be beautiful while containing the ugly, necessary things on a shelf in our living room. The visionary in me finds it possible that there will many more such boxes to come. I've had quite a fetish with boxes and baskets lately. The creative side in me is considering putting a panel of weaving on its face. The practical side of me wants to create a lid to keep dust out. I've got big plans for this box.
"God saw all that he had made, and it was very good..." Genesis 1:31
1 comment:
Thanks for sharing -- fun one to read!
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