Sewing Cabinet

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Sewing Cabinet, a set on Flickr.

For years, Georgia has mentioned that she would like to get back into sewing, if only she didn’t have to use the featureless (although still serviceable)  Kenmore machine we’ve owned for 25 years, and had a place to store it permanently.  We got her a wonderful new Bernina machine which she liked because of its features, and I thought was cool because it has a USB socket to plug into the computer to download software and a vast catalog of fancy stitches and monograms.  But it looked crappy on the blue card table.  Unfortunately, our searches for sewing cabinets came up short.  No furniture store stocks them, the sewing machine stores don’t really have anything nice, and there wasn’t anything good online.

I’ve wanted to learn a new skill.

My ham radio friend Don Taylor is, in addition to being interested in radios, computers, model trains, motorcycling and RC airplane models, quite a woodworker with several handsome clocks to his credit.

One day last August, Don and I were talking about what we might do this winter once we had to put our motorcycles away for the cold weather.  Suddenly, a light bulb went on in my head, and I asked Georgia if she might like a handmade sewing cabinet.  We looked at online resources and came up with a  plan for the perfect cabinet .

I asked Don if he would be interested in teaching me how to make it, and after talking it over with this step-son Warren (who owns the garage with the woodworking shop), he agreed. We started out poring over the plans, and then I ordered a bunch of hardware from one of the many online woodworking shops; we went to Grand Junction to buy some cherrywood plywood and other wood materials, and visited one of Don’s friends who had a supply of cherrywood sitting in his back 40; it had come, I learned, from a Tennessee casket factory in trade for a handmade billiard table.  Long story.

We started in mid October, and finished the project by the first week in December.  We worked nearly every day working with the wood, carefully measuring everything, and cutting, gluing, sanding and measuring again.  Don did almost all of the work, but he taught me the use of all of the tools, and I learned the same lesson Daniel learned from Mr. Miyagi: patience.  Do it right, and if you don’t, do it again, and if something doesn’t fit just perfectly, either fix it or do it again.

I took Georgia for a sneak preview a couple of days ago.  She loves it.

Thanks, Don.

Motorcycle Trips

Between February 22, 2012, when I took my motorcycle off its stand for the first time, and December 2, when it went back into its cocoon, I rode 7,167 miles, changed the oil twice and the tires once. All the trips were in Colorado and Utah, and all were made more enjoyable because of the company of  good friends.

During the year, I started to fill the stamps on my National Parks  passport. Many of the trips this year are in posts of their own (click on the category “Motorcycle Trips” on the sidebar if you’re interested in reading about them), but some of the day trips we took were worthy of a magazine article to read on a cold, snowy January day.

Here are a few pictures from some of them.