Most stressful moments in my life:
- Witnessing the births of my children
- Gluing up woodworking projects
- Combat in Syria
But actually, gluing is so goddamn stressful to me.
Leg #1, my golden boy, worked perfectly, the glue looked good, the toothpick went in with just the right amount of friction, just beautiful.
Then I go to do leg #3, the ugly-ass, stretch Armstrong looking motherfucker, and the toothpick snaps after it was already fully inserted into the leg. THEN, when I used a pliers to pull it out, the end just ripped off, so I ended up relying on the suction inherent in the joint and prayers.
I think it’ll all turn out okay.
^this is #1, my golden boy
^top leg here is fuck-ass #3
Update: having taken the time to look at these pictures, I realize how horrifically uneven the tops of the legs are and I want to burn it. I did the gluing in a huge rush and it shows :[
Honestly, I didn’t see the uneven legs until you pointed it out. There is a room for appreciation to have perfect wooden crafts, but we all know we can’t afford to invest millions of hours into it. This is why I made a lot of room for appreciation of any kind of manual woodwork, no matter how perfect it is. It was done by you, which makes it special and unique.
Are you aware that glue sticks better with pressure during the drying process? Hard to do with those legs right because of the shape. Just wanted to share an experience I have made in the past.
I am aware of the, that’s the point of the toothpicks, but it broke off in #3, so I just have to hope it’ll be good enough