Part 2 of adventures in carpentry.
This part of the tale involves the sourcing of the wood for the table that I am given the task of making.
This place is hidden up a somewhat little road. I was greeted by a forklift, trucks, men in overalls and lots of wood.
"I need to make a table."
"OK, have yah the measurements."
"Yeah well... Kinda, I mean he spoke so fast but I just want to make a simple table that is about this height."
"Hmm..."
And then Frank leads me on a lightening fast tour of wood and lengths and I forgot most of it but I nodded a lot.
"I mean it's silly for you to buy a huge board, it would be a waste."
"But I need wood for the table top Frank... I can't just make legs."
"Tell yah what Annie, call me tomorrow and I will keep an eye out for a board that is those dimensions in the yard."
So I called today.
"Hi Frank, any joy?"
"No Annie... But I have an idea, so come on in later."
"Hi Frank."
"Hi Annie, here is your board!"
I got stupidly excited over a piece of wood. €20 for lovely wood and wood glue.
Not only did Frank remember my name he insisted that I did not spend for excess wood and he make sure he got me a piece of wood close to those dimensions. He also tutored me on the types of wood and said that when I get good I can work with advanced wood... Bless. He has confidence in my ability.
Great spot for all things wood, loads of door handles and all you could dream of DIY wise and so friendly. I never felt uncomfortable.
I also enjoyed the looks of passer-bys as I loaded the wood into my tiny car as it poked against the window... Although driving with a plank of wood resting against your gear box is not advisable. read more