Of course yesterday’s blog post was an April Fool’s joke. Work continues on my chair. And recent cuts while demonstrating aside, I almost never cut myself. I think the worst injury I ever received related to woodworking was the time I intentionally caught a center bit, which, as I expected, buried itself into my palm leaving me with a stigmata that would make Padre Pio blush. In retrospect, the wound healed quickly (thanks be to God) and I would do the same thing again. It was really a beautiful bit. I use it often.
The chair is still mostly a train wreck, but I accepted that long ago. Not everything we do in our shops will be a masterpiece. Woodworking is like everything else. You have to practice at it. So I’m over it. I’m over the mistakes and I’m moving forward. But I’ll continue to clue you in on what I feel I’m doing right and what I don’t get right.