I'm steamed. Hacked. Bummed. Irritated. Upset. Livid. And a whole slew of other words that the CoC won't allow me to say.
I've spent the past few evenings making a NE bowl out of some bone-dry carob wood I got recently. More accurately, some carob-crete...this stuff was the hardest wood I think I've turned. I spent hours just sanding it. Did I mention this wood was hard? It also had a number of cracks, which I diligently filled with charcoal and CA. More time, but it was looking sweet.
I was in the midst of putting the first coat of Antique Oil on it, and it was looking even sweeter. Then it slipped from my hands, dropped on the bench, and a big chunk broke out...all the way into the heartwood. I tried to glue it back into place, but it was not fitting right, and was going to look like a glued-on chunk. Bad words were said. Then I smashed it on the concrete floor and turned it into a few dozen pieces. I could have maybe done something else with the bowl, but by then, I was done with it.
I've got more of this carob-crete, but considering how hard I worked to get this bowl turned and sanded, I think I may wait a while before I try any more. I think it's time to find a nice green piece of wood and turn something easy. Without a natural edge.