About five years ago Ferrett was really getting into woodworking. For Christmas that year, I bought him a set of power tools to set up a shop in our garage.
Those tools sat in boxes in the middle of the garage floor for two years.
In 2013, Ferrett and our daughter Erin took a long weekend and set up the tools. They built an arcade cabinet.
Then everything sat fallow for the next year or so.
Finally, last fall our friend Eric wanted to build some bookcases for his third-floor office. The guys worked on that project, decided they really enjoyed woodworking, and when spring came this year got pretty serious about projects. They now have Woodworking Wednesdays, once-a-week evenings when they craft. They’ve replaced some of the not-very-good beginners tools with better equipment, and are in the process of turning our garage into a working shop.
By this winter, I should be able to park inside again. I can’t begin to tell you what a thrill that is.
But as they are out there, measuring twice (or more) and cutting once, I am in here, crafting as well. I’m making a quilt, Ferrett’s otter quilt. I’m measuring and cutting, then putting the resulting bits back together. When the guys come in from the garage, they chuckle at the parallels of what we’re doing. My sewing machine sat fallow for a while, but I’m crafting again.
What he makes is sturdy and supportive. What I make is soft and cuddly. I am at an advantage, because if my cuts are a little off I can ease or stretch, something that’s pretty tough with wood. In the end, we have one more thing in common: other people see an awesome piece of work, and we see our mistakes. But even with goofs, both our projects bring warmth and a feeling of being loved to the person who receives them.