Post by d2f Adder Ames [aya] on Jul 15, 2019 18:26:43 GMT -5
x. mid-august, when the crickets chirp fast at night
(what did she say?)
It's a nice box, actually. Maple ply panels framed between rails and stiles that meet mitered in the corners, an impressive feat of geometry, particularly for someone who failed the subject twice. Lex likes end grain, usually — wedged through-tenons and dovetails feature heavily in her work — but obviously that was out of the question with plywood, and solid wood was out of the question, too, to keep the profile and the weight down. Partly because building a box for papers with enough capacity to justify even ½" stock was asking for trouble, and partly because she's still not sure if the whole thing is going right into the fireplace one of these days and it would be a shame to torch the rosewood she planned to use otherwise.
Even if it does end up going up in smoke, putting an unreasonable amount of effort into building the box means that's whole hours spent not reflexively trying to fill it. She guesses that's why she built the thing, anyway: If she's got a proper place to put all of the stray thoughts she keeps scribbling down on the backs of invoices and on cut lists for old projects and on the yellowing pages that fell out of Illustrated Woodwork Tools Guide when it was sent flying off her workbench in a moment of frustration over the clamp that couldn't be opened by two arms still healing — then maybe when she puts them there, they'll stay out of her head.