... diddle-iddle-iddle-um, with my wooden leg, diddle-iddle-iddle-um. What, no Rolf Harris fans out there singing along? How wise. Hey, I didn't know he was yet another one with a birthday on March 30th - about the only obvious thing he and Van Gogh have in common... But I digress. I blog not to discuss entertainers of Australian origin, but rather as a lame (ho, ho) link into my own wooden leg adventures. Particularly to say I got some wedges like this:
And with the aid of spirit level and the thickness of two fingers - the preferred Brown Unit of measurement for this task - determined the seat slope:
Then measured to assertain that to get the pommel height of 18 1/2" I'd need to take off 5 1/4" (okay, so I was a little generous in my leg length...), so made a high tech marking gauge to achieve marking of same. Viz: A piece of wood 5 1/4" long registered on the flat and level bench top and a pencil:
I then got out my 10pt 22" panel saw - straight back, nib, rather awful metal "rivet" type saw nuts and an unremarkable beech handle. Cuts like a dream and I think that's probably despite my sharpening job on it. Maker unknown, alas. Anyway, got out the saw, laid the chair down on its side on a padded surface and did the evil deed. The amutated feet are there for all to see. All saws are amputation saws...
Chamfered the edges after only a tiny bit of tweaking needed on one leg to stop it rocking:
A good overall sanding and a spit coat of shellac to protect it from the immediate danger of marks and blemishes - the fresh shellac is lurking in the bottom of a jar dissolving as I type - and it's A-okay:
How do I know it's okay? Gentle reader, I have no photographic evidence to prove it, but. Well. The fact is...
I sat on it.