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A Little Slice of Woodworking Life in Spokane

So, I was sitting in my shop the other day, coffee in hand, listening to the familiar creaking of the floorboards. You know that sound—the kind that comes from years of winter weather and occasional mishaps. Honestly, it got me thinking about my journey with woodworking here in Spokane. I laugh just thinking about some of the blunders I’ve made over the years, and boy, there have been quite a few.

The First Project (and The First Mistake)

Remember my first real project? Ah, yes! It was a simple bookshelf. I thought, "How hard could this be?" Ha! The truth is, I barely knew how to use my tools. I bought a bunch of random 1×12 pine boards from Home Depot, and without much of a plan, I dove in. I remember the sweet smell of that fresh-cut wood—it had this buttery scent that filled the garage as I started sawing and nailing away.

I grabbed my trusty miter saw, and without a second thought, I completely butchered my cuts. I mean, we’re talking angles that were more ‘fancy art‘ than ‘straight lines.’ The whole thing was a lopsided disaster, and you know what? I almost gave up right then and there. I could hear my buddies laughing at the thought of me trying to build something. "You couldn’t even handle assembling IKEA furniture!" they’d joke.

But you know what? There’s something about the smell of sawdust and that satisfaction when you finally fit two pieces together. I kept at it. After a solid week of banging nails and swearing when I missed, I finally got a functional, albeit crooked, bookshelf. I can’t say it’s a piece of art, but it holds books—just barely.

The Learning Curve

That experience taught me a valuable lesson about planning. I meant to make that bookshelf in a hurry, and boy, did it show. Next time I decided to build something—a coffee table—I took my time. I sketched everything out and made a shopping list (yes, I actually made a list, imagining my wife rolling her eyes because that’s how I usually forget half the stuff I need).

Lumber-wise, I splurged a little and got some oak. Oh my gosh, the difference in quality was amazing. When you work with oak, you can actually feel the grain, and the smell—it’s like something out of a woodworker’s paradise. You can actually hear the saw cutting through it, too; there’s a deep, satisfying chop instead of the sad little whine of softwood.

But, as it turned out, my new planning didn’t fix everything. I almost made the same stupid mistake. I had my pieces all cut, sanded, and prepped, and out of sheer excitement, I started assembling before double-checking my miter cuts. What can I say? Perhaps impulse takes over when you’re surrounded by beautiful wood. I had the top and bottom coming together beautifully, but I ended up with two left legs. Classic me! Every time I looked at that table, the memory of that blunder flashed through my head, like a little ghost haunting my coffee cup.

A Little Help from Friends

Sometimes, the best lessons come when you’re in over your head and happen to have a wise friend nearby. One day, I was building a big dining table for my family. Spent hours chopping, assembling, and staining—I had it all figured out. I had just started to drop the finish on, a nice walnut stain, when my buddy James stopped by.

He took one look at the almost-finished table and raised an eyebrow. "You’re going to need to clamp that down first, right?”

Oh, man. I had completely overlooked that step. I paid for that oversight later when I tried to move the table, and one corner snapped off like a twig.

But, hey, that gave me a reason to try out some new clamps I’d bought on a whim. Better gluing and bonding than that initial rush I had with the nails! And when I finally got it back together, I stood there, covered in sawdust and a bit of walnut stain, laughing at how, in a way, I had somehow made it work. It was these little moments that kept me hooked, tying failures and successes neatly into one narrative.

Embracing the Journey

Eventually, I started getting some requests from friends for small projects. That felt good, real good. One day, I found myself copying a design for a toy chest for a neighbor’s kid. Just one more thing, I thought, looking at the pile of cuts sitting there. It wasn’t just about making something anymore; it was about sharing a piece of yourself.

And I’m telling you, kids have some of the best ideas. My neighbor’s kid had this wacky request for a ‘superhero’ chest. Just when I thought I was making a boring old box, I ended up painting the thing like Superman’s cape. Honestly, I chuckled when I realized I was getting into it so much that I was singing those old superhero themes under my breath while I worked.

Wrapping It Up

So here I am, a few years later, still tinkering and perfecting my craft in my tiny Spokane garage. Sure, I’ve made my share of mistakes, and I’ve had my fair share of “what was I thinking?” moments, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

If you’re even thinking about jumping into woodworking, just go for it—seriously. Don’t be afraid to mess up. Those oops moments are what make it all worthwhile. You’ll learn more from those than you ever will from smooth cuts or perfect joints. Mistakes are part of the journey, and trust me, there’s something uniquely beautiful about creating something by hand, no matter how rough around the edges it might be.

Now, if I could just learn how to properly measure, maybe then I could build that perfect bookshelf!

But then again, isn’t that part of the charm?