Mesquite footstool: udpdate

>> Sunday, February 24, 2008

Well, I finished the footstool yesterday and put the first coat of finish on it. I'm sitting in the living room right now with my feet propped up on it, with the faint aroma of oil and turp wafting up.

The mortise and tenon joinery was very difficult, and I can't say that my results turned out all that well. In fact, one leg has a big split in it from the wedged tenon. However, I've repaired it and because it is under the top surface, it isn't at all noticeable to the causal observer. You can certainly fix a lot with pva glue and wood dust.

I'm a terrible woodworker--all misses and slips on my hand work. I love it so, though.

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mesquite footstool

>> Friday, February 22, 2008

Went to Acacia Hardwoods today and picked out a very pretty plank of mesquite to make the footstool. Lost of very pretty figure. Started in on the project this afternoon, thinking I'd just get my jigs made and quit. However, the jigs went quickly, so I went ahead and cut out all the pieces and drilling the holes for the mortises. I've chopped three of 10 mortises, and hope to finish the other in the morning. Then It's just a matter of cutting the tenons.

I've never had much luck at cutting things like dovetails and mortises and tenons--no matter how careful I try to be, they always end up looking like crap. However, you don't get better unless you keep doing it, so I guess that's what I'm doing with this project.
the first two look pretty wretched, but the third looks better. aybe by the time I get to 10, I'll make a decent one.

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I need to make something

>> Thursday, February 21, 2008

I have a free-ish weekend coming up, so I may spend part of it in the shop. Now that the new bent-shaft is finished, I feel like I'm at loose ends--not because I have nothing to do (that certainly isn't the case). I just feel like I need to get out to the shop and clear my head.

I have a straight-shaft WRC paddle that is partly carved, so I should go ahead and finish that this weekend. I'm also thinking about making a simple footrest for the new chair we bought last week. Right now I'm using the volume 2 of the Compact Oxford English Dictionary for a place for my feet, which is ironically appropriate for an academic, but probably not good for the long-term health of the tome.

The footrest I'm thinking about building is one designed by Mario Rodriguez and written up in FW. I might go down to Acacia and pick out some scrap there, or laminate some scraps around the shop to make a board wide enough.

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Letting it cure

>> Tuesday, February 19, 2008








After I glassed the blade and put a second coat of epoxy on it, I sanded it down and put three coats of varnish on the blade, lightly sanding between coats. I've also put about six or seven coats (I lost count) of a wipe-on oil finish with a mix of 1:1:1 turpentine, boiled linseed oil, and spar varnish. Now I've brought it into the house to finish curing. The canoe trip is in six weeks, so hopefully it will be ready by then.

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Trimming the paddle

>> Monday, February 4, 2008

I went out to the shop early this morning and trimmed the excess fiberglass from the blade. I hung it up to finish curing for a few days. On Friday I'll sand everything down and start putting the varnish on the blade. I may go ahead and mix up a batch of the oil finish and start wiping it on the shaft and grip, however.

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News

>> Sunday, February 3, 2008

In paddlemaking news, I wound up with some large bubbles under the glass after the first coat of epoxy. I shaved off the tops of the bubbles and sanded them down with 240 grit sandpaper. After I floated the second coat of epoxy on, they became virtually invisible.

It feels good to be able to fix something, even if it isn't anything all that important.

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Saturday in the Shop

>> Saturday, February 2, 2008

Yesterday was a long, stressful day, and I'm exhausted from too little sleep and worrying about problems I can't fix. So today I'm headed to the shop for a little soul-restoration.

I want to sand down the glassed front face before it cures too much more, after which I'll glass the power face.

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Brazos after glassing, front side

>> Tuesday, January 29, 2008



I woke again at 3:30 and was unable to go back to sleep. So I finally rose after an hour, brewed some tea, and finished my reading for class. At 6, I went out to the shop to check the paddle. I had some concerns about how I was going to trim away the excess glass, but it turned out easy enough to do with a single edge razor blade. There were some high spots on the edge of the blade where some epoxy had hardened into "dribbles." These were easy to shave down using my #2 shave (didn't want to risk my Boggs on it). I wore my respirator during the process of trimming, just as a precaution against the combination of green epoxy and fiberglass, but lordy! how that thing hurts the bridge of my nose. It positively makes my eyes water from the pain. I should have sprung the extra twenty bucks for the dee-lux comfort model. Maybe I'll ask for another as a birthday present.

Here is a photo after glassing.

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Blowing Dust

>> Monday, January 28, 2008

I wanted to put the second coat of epoxy on the front face today. The temperature is going to be just right (70's), but there is a spring wind advisory for this afternoon, with gust up to 50 and blowing dust. So I decided to get out to the shop first thing and put the epoxy on, in hopes that it will have solidified before the dust starts flying. The temp in the shop is probably about 50 (didn't check), so I'm hoping it is warm enough to do some good.

Notes: This time, I put on the epoxy and left enough on to let it level out. I also stirred it less so that there would be fewer bubbles, and pricked the larger bubbles that formed with a toothpick. We'll see if that helps.

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Epoxy tip--the day after...

>> Sunday, January 27, 2008


Well, I wasn't at all sure how this epoxy tip was going to turn out. I had visions of something really clunky and inelegant--that is, something amateurish. Still, I was excited to see it, even if skeptical. So when I got up this morning, I made a cup of tea and went into the dining room (where I had carried the paddle last night so it would finish curing in a warm room) to check on it. I tried peeling the modeling clay off, and that didn't work very well, so I went out to the shop and got a leather knife to trim the rest away. After I was done, the top side didn't look that great--it will definitely need to be shaped and sanded. So far I wasn't impressed. Then I turned it over and saw the power face. Wow.

The power face looks very good, even without sanding and shaping--just like a professional job. I am sold on this technique.

I'll definitely do it again. However, the modeling clay dam leaves a lot to be desired. So I think I'm going to look into other ways of building the dam. Douglas Ingram uses an MDF form, as described in this thread. So I may investigate that. The downside to using the form is that your paddles all have to be the same shape when you're done carving them...I'll give this some thought.

Now on to fiberglassing the blade. I can get the tip shaped this morning, but after that I'm going on a promised bike ride with a friend. I suppose I can glass the blade later this afternoon, but I really need to get some writing done...ah decisions. Work or play?

Notes--very little leakage on the power face side, so the epoxy must have been running out under the dam.

Update: The bike ride got canceled, so I sanded the paddle and glassed the front side of the blade. For photos, check out the paddlemaking workshop blog. The link can be found at the top of the sidebar to the right.

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Making time for play

>> Saturday, January 26, 2008


I've finally managed to get out to the shop for a little while over the past couple of days and work on a couple of cedar paddles I started last fall.

A lot of things have gotten in the way of "play" lately--I'm trying to finish a book to meet a publisher's deadline, trying to scrape, caulk, and paint some windows on this old house-of-many-windows, trying to keep up with work, giving chase to that elusive tenure bird. You know.

The other thing that's been taking up my time, of course, is caring for my parents. My father has Alzheimer's, and because he and my mother live two hours away, my sister (who lives two hours in the other direction) and I have been doing some "commuter care." It's both time-consuming and stressful, so I've really needed to get out to the shop and make something for a long time. Making something with my hands has always been the best way for me to chase away the blues. Even in the best of times, if I don't do it every so often, I get a little crazy in the head.

I've been out to the shop over the past few months, but it has always been to help someone else with a project--which in itself is fun, but they're not my projects. So yesterday was the first day I've had in a very long time that was entirely my own. I got some writing done in the morning, and then set out in the afternoon to get the modeling clay, with every intention of pouring the epoxy tip. Instead, I ran into a neighbor, and that turned out to be a good thing, too.

Today, however, the weather was perfect for throwing the shop windows wide open and piddling around. And so I did.

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Epoxy tip


Well, one thing led to another yesterday and I didn't get the epoxy tip poured. I did, however, buy some play-do-like modeling clay to form the dam for the epoxy. In the process I ran into an old friend. (Since I was in the 'hood, I had stopped at Barnes and Noble to buy a book. Walt and I had to put our best dog to sleep a couple of weeks ago, and Judy was there to buy a sympathy card for us. If that sounds odd, you must understand that John Stuart was famous and well-loved in our neighborhood--he will be missed by many.)

Judy and I had some tea and scones together in the cafe and did some catching up. As a result, I ran out of time. It didn't really matter, I suppose, since I don't think it ever got up above 50 degrees in the shop. Since the epoxy is temperature-sensitive, I think it was better to wait until today anyway.

Today is indeed warmer, and so I threw open all the windows and doors and set to work. I measured out the resin and hardener in separate, clear plastic cups so that I could see that I was getting equal parts. I added some sawdust (a mix of cherry and walnut) for filler and color. I made the dam from the modeling clay and laid everything out on wax paper.

It was easy to pour it, though it must have been leaking underneath a little, since the meniscus kept dropping. I just added a little over a period of an hour or so until it started to gel. The temperature in the shop is around 60 today--if it had been closer to 70, it probably would have gelled much more quickly.

In all, the pouring was far easier to do than I had anticipated. We'll see how the rest of the process goes once it hardens and I have to clean it up.

Notes: I probably should have sanded the power face smooth, since I suspect that's where my leak is occurring. I didn't bother, though, reasoning that I'd just have to sand it again once the tip has hardened.

I'm following the directions as laid out in Dale Benham's website, Bluestem Paddler.

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Boundary Waters

>> Friday, January 25, 2008




We were going over maps and mapmaking in the Fieldcraft class yesterday, and Jordan and I pulled out a map from the Boundary Waters. Oh my, that brought back some wonderful memories. In the middle of explaining rods and how they came by their unusual length (16.5 feet, representing the length of a canoe--actually, it is the length of an ox goad, but what normal person knows what that is?), I caught myself thinking about those beautiful loons with their spooky warble, and the mirror-like quality of the lakes...

OK, so portaging is crazy-hard for an out of shape, middle-aged, small-boned woman. Was it worth it? Look at the photo and tell me. The memories of that landscape woke me in the middle of the night.

In other news:
It looks like we're going to have a short spate of warmish weather--temps in the 50-70 range over the weekend. I've been waiting for a window like this to try my hand at applying an epoxy tip to the cedar paddle I carved in the fall at the CAST conference. (CAST is a huge conference for K-12 science teachers; most years I drag all my paddle making paraphernalia there and carve a paddle in a shameless attempt to get them to stop and talk to me about the NHH degree program.)

I've never tried an epoxy tip before, nor have I tried to 'glass the blade--both of which I'll give a go on this paddle. We'll see how it works out.

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Mornings

>> Wednesday, January 23, 2008




Sometimes I will go out into my shop in the early morning hours, before the sun has risen. I'll flip on one of the incandescents--the one by the dutch door--and stand there in the amber light, blue bathrobe hugged tight, fuzzy slippers gathering sawdust, and simply breathe in the fragrance.

I'm not really out there to do anything. I just sometimes feel the need be in that space, especially if it has been a long night of worrying (as has happened so often lately). It is as if I am there to reassure myself that it really exists. Like a child who keeps rising in the middle of the night before Christmas, I want to know that the glowing tree and presents are not a dream, and that promised mornings really do eventually arrive.

I get too busy to play around with the paddlemaking sometimes. Whole months can go by when I'm consumed with more pressing activites and cares. When I stand in the shop on those early mornings, steam from the tea in my mug rising in the chill air, I can believe I'll get back to it again.

It is important, this knowledge.

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So, how much do you sell one of those paddles for?

>> Monday, January 21, 2008


This is one of the questions most often asked when people are examining one of my paddles (second only to "what kind of wood is this?"). The question is usually put to me idly, in a manner of curiosity, rather than serious interest in purchasing. It seems to me that in order to judge the worth of a paddle, people need to put a dollar figure on it. So what should I say in response to this? $100? $200? $300? I could make up anything and immediately raise the value of the paddle in their eyes.

When I do get around to answering, I give people the truth: I don't sell them; I give them away. So are they worth nothing?

(I actually had someone get angry at me once when I said I gave them away. I'm still trying to figure that one out. He was a stranger to me, so I don't think he cared that I gave them to friends, so much as he was angry because I wouldn't put a dollar figure on them. He really, really, really wanted to know.)

But I don't mean for this to be a snarky screed designed to make me feel superior toward people crass enough to ask me how much I would charge for one of my paddles. The truth is, were I in their shoes, I'd probably ask the very same question. What I mean is this: how do we express worth? How do we put a name to it?

When people ask what I charge for a paddle, I sometimes suggest that you can get a very serviceable one for under a hundred dollars (and if they are canoeists, they probably already know this; if they are not, then they really are only interested because they are trying to judge the worth of my paddle). If all you want is to own a wood paddle (and who wouldn't?), save your money and buy one of these: Bending Branches

If you want to buy something a little more special, you can't do much better than one made by Danny Brown at Whiskeyjack Paddles. If you are looking for a stick that says something about how you feel about the art of paddling, then you'll find it here. As soon as I can afford it, I'm going to buy one myself.

Periodically I daydream about going into the paddlemaking business like Mr. Danny Brown (usually when I have to do a lot of term paper grading). But as an amateur--a piddler of paddles--I have the luxury of doing things with unhurried care. Much of my paddlemaking time is spent sipping tea and staring into space while planning my next move, or admiring the light through my favorite window, or listening to the radio, or doing absolutely nothing at all. Customers don't want to pay you for this--the personal satisfaction you get from doing things at a leisurely pace--and they shouldn't have to.

So there really isn't any way to put a dollar amount on one of my paddles--giving them away to friends does not make them worth nothing, and the manner in which I spend my time carving them makes them worth more than anyone could pay me.

I have no name for that.

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Paddlemaking workshop


Well, I spent the weekend creating some blanks for a couple of people interested in learning to carve paddles. I've done mini-workshops like this for a few years now. It started when some students of mine saw me using one of my paddles on a river trip and began agitating to make their own. So about twice a year I'll glue up some blanks and show two or three how to cut out the paddle shape on the bandsaw. Then I demonstrate the use of the spokeshave, shave horse, and rasps, and turn them loose.

Over time I've made five or six shave horses that I've loaned out, but they take up a lot of space when they aren't in use. So gradually, as various models have succumbed to wear and tear (are people driving trucks over them?), they have been retired (thrown in the dumpster). I'm now down to two pine horses that I use for loaners, and my "ultimate" shave horse, a Boggs design I made out of ash that will not be loaned to anyone, ever.

This time around, the workshop consisted of a student who graduates in May and really wanted a paddle to remember her experience in the degree program (Natural History and Humanities), and a teaching colleague who has been a paddler since way back. I made Erin's laminated blank out of ash, cherry, and basswood, which is a departure from student blanks I've made in the past. Usually I just make a cherry blade and grip with an ash handle. These have always turned out sort of heavy, though (it's awfully hard to make your first paddle as light as gossamer when you're struggling to master the shave--at some point, you just give up and call it good enough, even though you could probably shave a couple more ounces off...). Anyway, I decided that it really wasn't that much more work to add a strip of basswood to aid in lightening the paddle. In all, to do so probably adds an hour of work to the job.

Kurt announced last week that he wanted to make an ottertail, a paddle I'd never made before, so I was intrigued. Since an ottertail is used for quiet paddling, I thought I'd make it out of some softer, lighter wood. I trundled on down to my local wood purveyor and asked him what he had on hand.

Living on the hardscrabble, windswept, butt-end of the Texas panhandle presents something of a challenge as far as paddle wood goes. The only native trees here are cottonwood, desert willow, hackberry, and mesquite--none of which are good paddle wood. Anything else has to be imported in from other parts of the country, and if it isn't a wood that is commonly used in cabinet making or turning fancy little pens and bowls, these guys don't carry it. I outlined my needs (a "hardwood", lighter than cherry), and he suggested alder.

I've never used alder, but I'm willing to try almost anything--especially when he describes the wood as a "weed." I'm all for sustainability, and it seems to me that weeds fit that bill nicely. So I had him cut up a board so it would fit in my wagon (it was 18 degrees outside and windy, and I wasn't about to stand in the cold trying to strap it to the top of the car), and carted it home.

When I made the first stab at cutting the blade blanks, I was disappointed to find it a bit punky inside. I made a second set that looked a little better--I hope there won't be any surprises inside as Kurt carves down. I added a slender strip of cherry between the alder and the ash handle that I think will look nice.

I was doing all of this in my quasi-cozy shop. Outside, the temperature stayed steadily below freezing all weekend. I have one marginally effective electric heater that I have to turn off every time I fire up the table saw so as not to blow a fuse (I am terrifically underpowered, in more ways than one...). Still, it wasn't as bad as it used to be, back in the day when the shop was nothing more than siding nailed to studs. Insulation and drywall are marvelous inventions. Now, even when it's in the teens, it is at least bearable, provided I wear enough personal insulation.

Since I've never used alder before, I thought I'd post a query about it on the paddlemaking forum (http://forums.wcha.org/forumdisplay.php?f=11) to see if anyone could tell me about it. I got some good info in return, plus, as a bonus, I noticed someone offering up some sassafras. Now, I have wanted to use sassafras for a paddle ever since someone mentioned that it smells like root beer when you carve it. Since root beer is my drink of choice when the sun is high in the yellow sky, how can I not have a paddle that smells like summer? However, for reasons noted above, my local purveyor doesn't happen to carry sassafras.

I let the poster know I was interested, and it looks like we may be able to work out a shipment. I can't wait--it could be a really special paddle...

Anyway, I got the blanks finished and Erin and Kurt came over for the final part of the glue-up (sizing where the grips will go) on Saturday, and on Sunday they returned to cut the blade and grip shapes on the bandsaw. After that, it was a simple matter of demonstrating the horse, shave, and rasp, and away they went. I wish I had thought to take pictures. There is a look that people get on their faces the first time they cut a blank and it starts to look like a real paddle--it is a realization that something unimaginable can now be imagined...

Oh well, maybe I can get some pics of Erin and Kurt as they learn to carve. Certainly I'll post photos when they've finished their paddles.

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"I am an old woman, named after my mother..."


I'm not yet an old woman (though I do like that John Prine song), but I am of an age where things that once seemed important have fallen away and left an image of life that is probably a bit closer to truth. Part of that truth has something to do with the nature and art of craftmanship, which, as it turns out, is an important part of my life.

I am a teacher, a writer, an illustrator. For some time now I've wanted to write a series of essays about carving canoe paddles--the shop where I do this, the tools I use, the wood that becomes an instrument of grace. I don't expect this blog to become those essays. Rather, I'd like to use it as a place to take notes, try out ideas, and keep a journal about the process of paddlemaking. From this, perhaps, I can distill a few ideas for a more finished product.

If perchance you should ever stumble across this blog, perhaps you can add something to these paddlemaking notes as well.
Cheers, and always remember to lean into the rock.

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