Do you remember when I went over to the late, great 3rd Ward to make a cutting board?
I speculated I'd put off sanding and oiling for a year. Well, it was three years, and in the end, I didn't even do it. BBF carried it downstairs to his basement shop and finished it up there, fixing my inept router work while he sanded.
My cutting board showed up in the mail one day here in Hollywood. The raw wood slurped up the oil quickly, and I had to run off to Home Depot for more food-safe oil. The results are so beautiful I barely want to cut on my cutting board.
"Come home and we'll have a woodshop," BBF taunts me from Jersey City.
Not yet. Still lots of comic book work to be done in Burbank.
I speculated I'd put off sanding and oiling for a year. Well, it was three years, and in the end, I didn't even do it. BBF carried it downstairs to his basement shop and finished it up there, fixing my inept router work while he sanded.
My cutting board showed up in the mail one day here in Hollywood. The raw wood slurped up the oil quickly, and I had to run off to Home Depot for more food-safe oil. The results are so beautiful I barely want to cut on my cutting board.
"Come home and we'll have a woodshop," BBF taunts me from Jersey City.
Not yet. Still lots of comic book work to be done in Burbank.
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It's beautiful!
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