“The craftsman does not always build toward a prior vision. Often images come in the process of working. The material, his hands — together they beget.”
— M.C. Richards
For the past couple of months, Barb and I have been trying to figure out how to get our books out of boxes and into bookcases. Unpacking isn’t the issue, of course. The problem is we have a weird bonus room with steeply sloped ceiling/walls that aren’t well-suited for standard bookcases.
The challenge has been trying to find bookcases that are long and low. We have found some online that would work, but they would cost an arm and a leg to purchase. Even if we sold all our books, we couldn’t afford to buy them (and if we sold all our books, what would be the purpose?).
Knowing what we needed, and wanting to get the job done, I decided the best way forward would be to custombuild a set of bookcases for the house. The only drawback to this plan is that I have not done any woodworking since wood shop in junior high. Oh, I’ve cut a few studs and pounded a few nails over the intervening decades, but to imply I have any skills and experience as a Norm Abrams wannabe — no way...