Cold Feet

For best effect, this post should really be viewed in black and white...

The longer-term reader may have been wondering to themselves "My, my, but Alf's been very quiet on the progress of her workbench build. She must have practically finished it by now..."

The really long-term reader will be laughing at the idea and just assumed nothing's happened.

Go on, guess who's right.

The vice still waits, the wood is getting really well seasoned, and your less-than-intrepid blogger has got seriously cold feet about the whole thing. In fact I've been thinking more and more that the Emmert would be just the thing to replace the front vice on my existing bench, which is starting to annoy me more and more (now I'm actually using it occasionally...) I have the beech, could do with a little less tool tray to fill with clutter; it's practically destiny.

But this is pathetic behaviour, so I bit the bullet, threw a gift card at that well-known river in South America, and joined the rest of the woodworking world in reading The Schwarz on workbenches.

If that doesn't get me wanting to make a workbench, then it's on to book two. And if that doesn't work, well someone pop over and check my pulse 'cos I might actually be dead.

Of course the real danger is I'll end up wanting to build an entirely unsuitable bench for the Emmert, and then where shall I be? Oh well, at the very least Chris writes well, so it'll all go horribly wrong but with good dialogue... ;)