|Doing this in raking light was much better than carving it after dark.|
|Ty is fast approaching a finished chair.|
|Jonas giving it a test-sit.|
A giant Danish bee flew in the open door and decided to investigate the area around my bench. I'm not normally bothered by bees, but the thing was trapped inside, so I figured I ought to help it out before it got angry about being trapped inside.
Naturally, I grabbed the closest thing to shoo it away, a shop broom. Unfortunately the bee didn't follow my directions and fly back out of the door. Instead he made a beeline (get it, "bee-line?") for the window near my bench.
While he was on the window sill, I figured I'd put him out of his misery, so I gave him a whack. It turns out that brooms aren't really that efficient as flyswatters. The stunned bee took a couple more whacks before I hauled back and went for the death blow.
I have no idea what happened to the bee, as the broom went through the window and I forgot all about the bee.
Luckily, it was a single pane of glass and wasn't expensive to fix, but poor Jonas didn't really get much farther after this point as he had to go get a piece of glass, fix it (in which he broke his new pane of glass, too), and finish the window off. By the time that was over with, Jonas' dad showed up for a visit, and it seemed as if Jonas never did get back into an efficient rhythm until after dinner.
Later I apologized to Mrs. Mulesaw for being so clumsy. She said, "Don't worry, it happens all the time."
This begs the question: who else has broken a window in their home with a broom?
Let's get back to some non-bee related events:
Jonas' dad, Jens, arrived with another trunkload of Swedish tools to sell us. It's fortunate I arrived by plane this time. This helped me in selecting only a few tools which will fit in my luggage, rather than my customary glut of chisels, hammers, and axes.
|We had a miniature Swedish tool flea market in the horse barn. Olav, Jens, and Jonas.|
|Jonas looks pleased. He wound up fixing the glass with another piece he must have found at a nearby archeological site.|
While Jonas and Olav went to the home center to get a new piece of glass, Ty went to visit his mother and I was alone in the shop. I spent that time looking through Jonas' wood stashes for a suitable hunk of wood for rockers. I found the perfect piece. It was a little over an inch thick, and had some grain that followed an arc. The arc doesn't perfectly match the pattern for the rockers, but it is close enough that there are some long wood fibers that go all the way from the front of the rocker to the back.
I copied the general shape of the rocker from Ray Schwanenberger's nanny rocker plans, and added my own flair to the decorative parts. I think a plain form will better suit my chair.
|I finished the blank of wood to the final shape before resawing.|
|Action photography by Ty, who is a professional photographer.|
|More action photography.|
|Jens, who is a retired wood shop teacher, gave me an A- for my resawing skills..|
|Jens giving my chair a test-sit.|
|Ty's chair is beautiful. The wood he chose was hornbeam.|
I used the method from Elia Bizzarri to mount the rockers, which is fairly uncomplicated. It involves clamping one rocker to the legs and using it to mark angles and locations for a perfect fit. The only thing that made this difficult was again my choice to use octagonal legs rather than round ones.
|Laying out the stretcher mortises.|
|At least it fits. Hopefully it aligns with the front leg.|
|The state of my chair after Day 5.|