Nothing on the art front to report this week besides a handful of subpar doodles and lettering sketches. Instead I've been creating with wood. I love building useful things with my hands out of wood. The process is always so gratifying for me. Even when the final product doesn't function exactly like I hoped I still love working with wood and learning. My first house was trimmed entirely in Southern yellow pine and since living there I have fallen hard for the distinct wood grain. Every time I go to the hardware store I pause to pet and gaze at the wide and wavy grain. The age and style of the new house (1950s ranch) doesn't lend well to building everything out of Southern yellow pine, but I did put up a shelf in the bedroom for nostalgia.
With a little one on the way, I'm quite sensitive to the fact that a smooth working house is paramount. Once the little tik pops out there will be no more "oh hey we could really use blank, let me just build that quick". So I'm trying to knock out as many building projects that will make home life easier and that our wallets can handle.
Yesterday I built a much requested nightstand for my husband's side of the bed. It's simple, inexpensive and I love it. I made it from a single 1"x12" pine board that was 8 feet long. The lovely people at Home Depot did the cutting for me and I glued, clamped and nailed it together with 2" finishing nails. As soon as I get the thumbs up from my husband after he's done testing the nightstand I'll putty the nail holes, sand and shellac the whole thing to finish the piece. Then I'll go pick up another board and build one for my side of the bed.
Most of the rest of my woodworking energies are going towards things for in our future babe's room. Thus far I've built a simple wooden ledge above a chalkboard wall and constructed a folding growth chart which will be filled in after the birth with details like name, birth date, etc. Next on the list is to finish building the shelving unit and baby bed I designed.
Hopefully next week I'll take the time to break in the chalkboard wall. Someone has to do it, right?