That Wood Work
The single most useless woodworking blog you will ever read.
Good morning!
I have no idea how you stumbled upon this blog, but welcome. I will try to not waste your time, but I offer no guarantees. My name is Mike Donaldson, and I am a woodworker. There, I said it.
My Dad was a real woodworker, and he actually knew what he was doing, so much so that when he passed away in 2011, he still had all of his fingers. After he passed away, I purchased most of his tools from my mother and started working wood
I really don't like power tools. First off, power tools scare the poop out of me. I am pretty sure my table saw is trying to kill me; it has eaten a few of my projects and thrown some wood at me, hitting me a few times. My planer has done that, too. I'm pretty sure it's a conspiracy.
Secondly, I love the calm and the quiet of working by hand; using all of your senses (except taste, wood looks and smells good, but doesn't taste so great).
So there you have it. I now (almost) use hand tools exclusively, and really enjoy it. As you read on I will show you some of my projects, and some of how I did it. So sit back, take your shoes off, put your pants back on, and enjoy the blog.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Getting Christmas Done, with (Almost) Two Whole Hours to Spare!
Saturday, November 23, 2013
A Shop Tour
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
A Thank You to a Very Kind Man.
A few weeks ago, Wiley contacted me and asked if I had any need of a Stanley 45 or a cutting gauge. I have actually been looking at getting my hands on both for some time now, so I asked him how much he wanted for them. He responded that he wanted to give them to us. Tonight, the box arrived, and Emry, Tave and I opened it. I had Dash, my 16 year old, photograph it. This is what was in the box:
With Mallets Towards None
Well, the saga of the past year has prevented me from completing the mallet, until this past weekend. I am not sure exactly what design he wanted, so I put these together for him, and we'll see if they work. The heads are Southern Yellow Pine, and the handles are red oak, morticed in about 3/4 of the way into the head, then pinned with dowels.
We'll see how they work. He should get them in next week. If there are any blacksmiths out there who can advise me about wooden mallets for fancy work, by all means....
While I was making these mallets, my two youngest daughters, Emry (10) and Tave (4) were in the shop with me. Emry is making a small box right now and was trying to clean up her joinery with a chisel and I realized that she needs a mallet, too. (her box build will be featured in a future post).
Additionally, Tave has been carrying around a short piece of poplar dowel I used to practice threading wood saying it was her "hammer" and that with it she can fix anything. So, she needed a mallet, too.
I had a chunk of white oak I had glued up about two years ago with the intent of making it into a bandsaw box, but quickly discovered that it would make a better mallet than box. After squaring up the block of oak, I cut it into two mallet heads, chopped a mortice into each one, then glued in a red oak handle. I shaped the handles with a spokeshave, then pegged the handle in with dowels. My 14 year old, Quinn, wanted to burn their names into the mallets, and this is the final result:
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Workshop....Unplugged (for a while)
Not a whole lot of room, but with hand tools only, I didn't need much. This forced me to get a lot better at the basics of woodworking. Ripping a 12' board by hand forces you to get pretty good at sawing to a line (and helps you learn new and interesting cuss words). Here are a few of the projects I made using all hand tools:
My roommates were pretty tolerant of my strange noises and piles of lumber, but didn't appreciate it when I was chopping mortices before bed. After nine months of living apart, my wife and I bought our first house. It's our dream house, really. My wife loves the house, but for me, the insulated and walled in third garage stall workshop is a dream. I moved all my tools in on the cement floor until we could figure out our budget for a better floor.
So, as you can see, my shop is no longer unplugged. I still prefer hand tools, and all my joinery is by hand, but rough cutting stock by hand just sucks, so I'll cheat on that part. The attentive reader may note that the table saw is NOT plugged in. The shop does not have a 220v outlet, so it remains in hibernation, and I sleep well at night (until my friend helps me run the 220V to the shop, then I'll once again sleep in fear of the man-eating table saw).
So my journey has gone from all power tools, to all hand tools, to a hybrid but mostly hand tool woodshop. I've learned a lot on the journey, and I'm happy with where I am. So is Emry:
Monday, August 27, 2012
Cleaning Out my Dad's Shop
Last month, my mother asked if I would come out and go through the rest of my dad's tools, so that she could have here garage back, and I could get some more of my dad's tools. All the stars aligned when my father in law wanted to give us a car, and I had a chance to take a few weeks of leave. The plan was to fly out to Seattle, pick up the car from my father in law, drive it to my mom's house, help her clean out the garage, load what I wanted to take into the car and drive it back to North Carolina. Easy day. I bought the plane ticket, took my leave, and realized that the car is a 1981 Honda Accord hatchback. Ok, so the trip is a little crazy. The car did make it from Seattle to my mom's house in Vancouver, WA (with the assistance of a tow truck), and after some minor repairs (a new water pump) I was ready to put this plan into action.
Standing in my dad's shop was a surreal experience. Knowing what I know about woodworking and what you can learn about a person's journey in life by the tools they own and the tools they use. Here is what the shop looked like when I got there:
It was pretty obvious that my dad had not used the router table, or jointer for quite some time. This didn't surprise me, as he was more interested in hand tools for the last several years of his life. The lathe got more use. Then I opened the cabinet that housed his most often used tools:
Here I found several Lie-Nielsen dovetail saws, hand plane parts, every type of sharpening system I have ever heard of (Scary sharp, oil stones, water stones, shapton stones, and a wide variety of strops. Oddly though, there were no diamond stones). This cabinet also had all his marking knives and gauges, angle gauges, inlay tools, pen kits, and a few special pieces of wood. Next I opened the cabinet that housed his planes:
Now, over the past year, I have developed a wish-list of hand tools. Things that I felt like I needed to be able to work better. There was not a single tool on my list that my dad did not have. The one thing I can't figure out is why he had a Lie-Nielsen #1 in his most often used plane drawer. It's cool and all, but I don't see too much usefulness.
Going through my dad's shop, I learned that he loved fine tools, and I could see parts of his personality in his progression. For example, in the plane drawer was a small router plane that he made, using a sharpened allen key for the iron. It worked, but was pretty limited. My guess is that he needed one for a project, didn't have one, made one, then decided to buy one. You will note the Veritas router plane. This was the way my dad was. He would use what he had on hand to solve the immediate problem, but if the problem was recurrent, he would invest in the proper tool for the job. He was a practical man, and a problem solver, but as an engineer, he also appreciated the tool just as much as the work it performed (I can't say I am much different. Hand tools are beautiful). He also loved fully functional miniatures:
He had several like this, as well a several of the miniature Veritas planes and clamps. They were all sharpened, and set up to cut. I don't know if he ever used them, but they were ready to work. I feel like I got to know my dad a little better, and that as I take and use his tools, I can add to his legacy a little. Buried in the back of his cabinet, I found his first dovetail joint. It is signed by both he and Frank Klautz. His first dovetail turned out a lot better than mine, but he did have a better teacher...
While there, my mom asked me to make some flower boxes for the house, and a shelf for the fireplace. For both projects, I used lumber left over from making my dad's casket. I also made a small toy knife for my brothers kids while I was waiting for glue to dry:
On the fireplace, you can see a bowsaw made my Stephen Shepherd that my mom really likes, and on the desk behind my nieces and nephew is a flag case made by Dale Lenz. Both are cherished by my mother. On my last day there, my mom, brother and I posed for this picture (note my WoodCentral shirt), and visited my dad's grave:
And I started the drive across the country. In the 1981 Accord, I had my dad's lathe, dust collector, hand planes, chisels, saws, clamps, turning tools, hide glue, special pieces of wood, and other miscellaneous tools. All told it was about 900 pounds worth of tools. I actually had to put blocks in the rear springs to prevent them from bottoming out.
Miraculously, the car made it to Utah, where I had a wonderful visit with Stephen Shepherd:
It was nice to meet him, see his shop, and enjoy his hospitality. He was kind enough to give me the parts to make a bowsaw like the one he made for my dad, I will blog about that when I get it done.
Well, the car made it all the way home, 3188 miles, and just to make sure that I knew it was a miracle, the morning after I got home, the car wouldn't start.