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A Slice of Life with Armstrong Woodwork

So, I was sitting in my old, creaky recliner the other night, coffee mug in hand—half-full, mostly cold—and just staring at the pile of wood in my garage. You remember my buddy, Jim? He’s always poking fun at my woodwork projects. “What are you gonna build this time, a birdhouse?” he laughs. Well, I decided last week that I was finally going to tackle something a little more ambitious: a coffee table. A real homemade coffee table. Something that would hold more than just half-finished mugs and dropped pens.

Now, I’d bounced around in the world of carpentry here and there. I’ve made some picture frames, a few shelves—nothing that’d make you call me a master craftsman or anything. But, hey, I’ve got a decent amount of tools. I’ve got my trusty circular saw, and a years-old miter saw that probably needs a retirement plan. And surprisingly, I even have a pocket hole jig, which I swore I’d never use because it sounded like a weird torture device at first.

The Plan (or Lack Thereof)

So, I had this great idea. I wanted to work with some Armstrong wood—specifically, their oak. Supposed to be a good choice, right? What I didn’t realize at the time was that “good choice” doesn’t mean “easy to work with.” I picked out a couple of sturdy planks and loaded them into my truck. The smell of fresh-cut wood is something else—kind of earthy, a little sweet. I could’ve just sat there and sniffed it for hours, honestly.

But anyway, I got home and was excited, maybe too excited. I made a plan to build something simple yet sturdy—a nice rectangular coffee table with a couple of shelves underneath. Easy, right? Except it seemed like the more I thought about it, the more overly ambitious my design became.

A Series of Stumbles

Okay, here’s where it gets entertaining. I measured once, twice, and then thought, “Oh, let’s measure a third time, just to be sure.” Spoiler alert: I messed up. When I went to cut those planks, I made one of those classic rookie mistakes—cutting the wrong end. I laughed it off at first, but then I realized I couldn’t just magically glue the wood back together. That was my first “uh-oh” moment.

After a few muttered curses and a deep breath—more coffee helped, by the way—I decided to improvise. I had to cut a new piece, but the wood was starting to feel like a limited resource. I could hear Jim’s voice in the back of my head: “You’ve got wood now, but what about tomorrow? Are you going to run out?”

So, after a trip back to the lumberyard, where, I’m pretty sure, the same guy who sold me the wood gave me a look that screamed, “You again?” I came home with more oak and a slightly deflated ego.

The Challenge of Assembly

Alright, now I had all the pieces. Here’s the kicker: assembly. I thought I was in the clear, but then I ran into the next obstacle—aligning everything. My pocket hole jig turned out to be a godsend but also a bit intimidating. It was like trying to assemble a spaceship while reading a foreign manual. At one point, I poked a hole where I shouldn’t have, and the bracket looked like it was trying to do some gymnastics, twisting and turning all wrong. I almost gave up at that stage. Was this actually going to be a coffee table or some abstract sculpture that would belong in a museum of failed crafts?

But then, after more shifting and adjusting, I finally got it all together. When I put the last screws in, I held my breath, half-expecting it to collapse like a house of cards. And then, it stood—solid and, surprisingly, level! The sense of accomplishment hit me like a freight train.

A Beautiful Mistake

Let me tell you, the moment of truth is when you finally see everything coming together. I sanded down the edges—it took me forever because I hand-sanded the whole darn thing. My fingers were raw by the time I finished, but boy, was it worth it. And then, the finish. I went with a nice polyurethane, something that really had that rich wood smell when it went on. That smell, oh man, it filled the garage and made the whole thing feel real, like breathing life into my creation.

Fast-forward a few days, after waiting for everything to dry, and there it was in my living room—my own piece of Armstrong woodwork glory. Sure, it had a few rough spots, a chip here and there, but it was mine. I sat down on the couch, ran my hand across the surface, and chuckled. It wasn’t a professional’s piece, but it was my heart and sweat, crafted by my own hands.

A Little Reflection

So yeah, I’m no woodworking expert, and I still trip up sometimes—probably more than I’d like to admit. But every time I look at that table, I remember the mistakes I made, the trips to the lumberyard, and how far I’ve come. There’s something so beautiful about creating something with your hands, even if it doesn’t turn out perfect.

If you’re thinking about trying your hand at woodworking, or even if it’s something else—just go for it. Don’t worry about how it’s supposed to look or what anyone might think. Dive in, and don’t let a mistake stop you. Because at the end of the day, what matters is the joy you find in crafting your own slice of life.