I don’t know how others feel about their work-spaces, but I do know what I need in a work-space. It is important to me that it is free from clutter and that it has a certain aesthetic appeal. My own current shop feels cramped, cluttered, cold and hard. It is the result of utilizing a space not designed as a workshop but as a garage. I had bought a bunch of tools and tried to make them fit the space without concern to how it looked and made me feel.
If I were to build a wood shop today, it would more like Jim Tolpin’s
or Jamie Bacon’s.
These are spaces that I associate with woodworking. Of course, my idea of woodworking was that practiced by the farmer/woodworker of the 1700’s, so it is only natural that my ideal workshop would look similar to the spaces they used.
Someday, when we move from here, I will build that ideal workshop, but in the meantime I have decided to put some effort in transforming my garage into more of a workshop. I have given myself until July to get it done. Actually my wife has given me until July. In a moment of weakness, I agreed to give her a corner of the garage for her pottery wheel. That corner is crammed full of “stuff” and requires that I shuffle things around. So July, that corner needs to be done.
I have decided that the only way to eat this elephant is one bite at a time, so here is the first wall. This is what it looked like years ago
and then again what it looked like recently.
This is what it looks like now. Complete except of some cove trim at each end of the pine paneling to cover the gaps. I spackled, sanded and repainted the walls. Painted some old cabinets and moved them on the wall. Covered the concrete walls, which I always hated, with wood paneling or painted plywood. I have tried to soften the hardness of the space and make it look…you know, nice. I need to cover the floor with something, probably a vinyl roll covering and/or mats. Better for my feet and hand tools.
I will continue to post as I complete each section. I need to keep my nose to the grindstone or before I know it July will slip past and it will be Thanksgiving or something and I will be in the doghouse.