Even though Im wiping a few more coats onto the last table I made, I have shut down my garage for the winter months.
I started ripping down the wallpaper in my house, a job with painting and minor alterations should take me over a year to do.
I find myself sitting in the garage looking at my planer and jointer, and I dont remember how I got in there.
I sit and plan out builds looking at my wood piles and start thinking up measurements in my head for something I wont go near for 2 years.
This withdrawal is tough. I almost took an old vice this morning and tried to make it into a pen vice to drill some blanks, but my wife called me and asked how the paper ripping was coming along, so I snapped out of it.
Turning, flatwork, this is an addiction worse than drugs.