Out of the Woodwork: Pink Lemonade


An old piece of MDF brings back happy memories.
By Richard Mallard
Page: 96

From the November 2008 issue #172
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That quote knocked around in my head for days. You know the feeling. A little voice is screaming the answer to a question from the basement of your brain and it takes a good night’s sleep or some distraction to hear it clearly. To a large extent woodworking serves this function. Concentrating on the repetitive strokes of a plane iron on a sharpening stone leaves a lot of brain power to do other things.

So what else is it about woodworking that makes us happy? One weekend the answer came to me toward the end of a month-long project. Several years ago my wife and I decided to take advantage of the housing-price bubble in California and build an addition to our home. She needed an office. Our teenagers needed a recreation room. Our aging parents might someday need an eldercare room that could double as a guest room for now. And I wanted a shop. We love our neighborhood and didn’t want to move, so we built on.


From the November 2008 issue #172
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