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You young guys won't have any problem with this but us older guys…?
I'm not sure, but I think my first real project was building a new breakfast nook table for a (real pretty) neighbor lady back when I was 15. That's 35 years ago boys (and girls). I made it out of 3/4" plywood with a laminated top and edgeing, one leg and a French cleat to attach it to a wall. I remember using a 3lb coffee can to draw the corner radius' and cutting the whole thing with dad's jigsaw. It turned out real good and was strong too.
And then, my mother (still) has a simple ski rack I made around the same time that was maybe 3' of 3/4" pine with 8, 3/4" dowel pegs drilled into it to hold the skis. There was a routed edge on this one, so I had to have made it in high school shop. Yep…It was where I learned the name "Roman Ogee". Ha! A little reminiscing here!
Do you remember your first? (Oh…In case you're wondering, the neighbor lady paid me $20.00 for the job. Hell. I was 15, she was real pretty, husband was a 250lb drunk. She could've kept that $20…I wouldn't have cared less!) (And her name was Marty!) HA! It's a swiss cheese memory, but it's all there.
I'm not sure, but I think my first real project was building a new breakfast nook table for a (real pretty) neighbor lady back when I was 15. That's 35 years ago boys (and girls). I made it out of 3/4" plywood with a laminated top and edgeing, one leg and a French cleat to attach it to a wall. I remember using a 3lb coffee can to draw the corner radius' and cutting the whole thing with dad's jigsaw. It turned out real good and was strong too.
And then, my mother (still) has a simple ski rack I made around the same time that was maybe 3' of 3/4" pine with 8, 3/4" dowel pegs drilled into it to hold the skis. There was a routed edge on this one, so I had to have made it in high school shop. Yep…It was where I learned the name "Roman Ogee". Ha! A little reminiscing here!
Do you remember your first? (Oh…In case you're wondering, the neighbor lady paid me $20.00 for the job. Hell. I was 15, she was real pretty, husband was a 250lb drunk. She could've kept that $20…I wouldn't have cared less!) (And her name was Marty!) HA! It's a swiss cheese memory, but it's all there.