This weekend, Faith and I bundled up and went to the Woodworking Show at the Big-E Fairgrounds. We’ve been going to this show every January for a very long time. Little girl Faith started out being brought here with my wife and me. Then there was the dry spell, when Faith was in college, but the Mrs. filled in during those years, too. I don’t know if I’ve ever been to the show alone. I’m reasonably sure that’s by design and for financial reasons.
“But honey, with this $2,000 tool, I can easily make that $400 table for only the cost of material and these two attachments.”
Even though, if things finally go according to plan this year, I will be working harder on the outside of my shop than on the inside, I am always thinking about working in the shop. The anticipation peaks in January when these vendors come to town. It’s like the way Mary, over at Maryjmelange anticipates riding her bike. Mary thinks about balance, we look at the wood, new tools, antique tools, craftsmen and artisans sharing ideas with each other, and we can’t help but imagine…
It’s January. It’s winter. It’s eight degrees* and we’re thinking about wearing shorts and sweating over a hand plane in a workshop with the windows open.
* 8°f (-13°c)