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This year’s Woodworking in America was a landmark event for me.
After seriously considering getting a set of astronaut diapers last year, this year I got to go to the bathroom twice – twice! – during the three days.
The only downside to this life of bladderly leisure is that I missed it when Michel Auriou stopped by my booth to say hello. As I was indisposed, my booth-mates told me that Michel looked through my tool chest and was deeply disturbed that my rasps, which were made by his company, were sitting out and their teeth were touching one another.
Yes, this is bad form. I know that. But I can explain.
Usually I store my rasps in a nice cotton bag where they are rolled up so that the teeth cannot come in contact with other teeth. The bag is secured with a strong rubber band from broccoli. (We waste nothing in our house. I must have 1,000 rubber bands in the house.)
However, let me say that the bag itself might offend Michel’s culinary sensibilities.
Yes, it is a bag for grits. We eat grits every week in our house and so we have a lot of these bags sitting around. So I use them to protect my block planes, compasses, marking gauges, extra irons, you name it.
I do get some unusual looks when I open a bag that is filled – filled – with crumpled grits bags full of tools.
If you don’t like it, then you can kiss the bag that holds my grits.
— Christopher Schwarz
