Saturday, October 10, 2009

No I Won't Make You One, Sorry

OK, just in case anybody was laboring under the impression that I was some kind of genius (he says as he rooooollls his eyes) here's the proof that I might just possibly be one step up from a totally brain dead idiot.

I posted while I was on vacation about Guy and his swell blog (grin) and how he got me on the idea of making an adirondack chair. And I wrote about how I sweated and ciphered and cut and sawed and split wood and cussed and finally made one and how proud I was. It turned out okay. So much okay in fact, that I have had people asking me how much I would sell them for, if I was so inclined to make more of them.

I'm not quite sure I want to go there just yet. As long as I am making them for fun, it's all fun. But if I start making them to sell, it might seem like work and I might not enjoy making them anymore. I don't know.

At any rate, I had this brilliant idea that I would make a smaller version. Mostly due to the fact that I didn't have enough wood on hand to make another full-sized one. So I sat down and sweated and ciphered some more and figured I would make a chair half the size of the first one.

It seems there was an error in my ciphering somewhere. Maybe I should have gone for three-quarter size instead. The sucker turned out only sixteen inches wide and only about nineteen inches tall! Ack!!!!!

Big enough, maybe, for a two year old. Or somebody really short whose butt is no more than about seven inches wide. That sure lets me out.

I don't think I'm mentally set up for making itty-bitty things like that. Even though it was cold in the shop I was sweating bullets like I was performing brain surgery when I tried to put the damn thing together.

I'm just glad that the demon possessed thing is done. I'll take it back down to the shop and throw a coat of stain and sealer on it and call it good. Then I'll stick it up in the storage and never look at it again.

And no, before you ask, I will not make you one.

Forget it.

7 comments:

  1. Mothers will buy anything for their kiddies. Make a shitload and stick 'em out in the front yard with a price tag on them. That's what one guy by my mom's house does!

    (My WV = heezi. Yo, Weezie.....you off the heezi, girl....bring me some o' that sugar over here....)

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  2. Dude, I'm sure they will sell. The problem is they take as much work to build them as the larger chairs.

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  3. most excellent job! and i agree with amy, people will buy anything.

    but i also agree with you, when it becomes a job and not a hobby it starts sucking ass big time.

    and that, my friend? isnt' so swell.

    fo shizzle.

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  4. hahahahhahahahahhahahaha! the next word verification is PRICKS.

    i had to take it. HAD TO.

    what? i'm 43 and i am acting my age :)

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  5. Your wife will have a dozen friends who would kill to have that chair. They will paint it pink and glue flowers all over it.

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  6. Amy- I'm just so used to making big things that making that little thing almost drove me nuts. But once I cut all the pieces I wanted to finish it.

    Guy- Don't I know it! I think the little ones are actually more work than the big ones.

    Heather Kathleen- If it had been fun, I would have made more of them. It wasn't. Too small. Going to try the 3/4 size next and see how it goes. I think the word verification thingy was reading my mind, there. Sorry.

    Anon- They can make their own out of paper. It's what they do. Or they can use my shop. I'm down with that.

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