Let me just start off by saying, obviously, these are not done. Notice the dings, the fire scale, the butt-loads of solder, (Thanks, Marybeth), that I can’t seem to get off no matter what I do. And the one on the left, that one still doesn’t have the top soldered on.These simple boxes are among the first things we learn about hollow construction. Technically, they are not that hard to do. I, however seem to have the hardest time finishing the &*^%in’ things. I made my mom one in class years ago, and she wears it all the time. She says she never wears it without at least one person oohing and aahing over it, and I should make more cause they’d sell really well. That’s just great. At this rate even if the materials only cost me a buck fifty, I’d have to charge a thousand bucks just to cover my time. Why make them, you ask? There are certainly other things I can, and do make that I love to do, and I hope will also someday have people oohing and aahing. So why do I torture myself? To prove I can, maybe. But I think the real reason is to see if I can learn to embrace the process and not just the finished product. To see if the next time I try something, it’s a little easier than this time, a concept I am not overly familiar with ’cause if it isn’t easy the first time, I am moving on to something easier, like eating a bag of Peanut M & M’s. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you’re just not very good at something. Nobody is good at everything. So, I’m going to finish these &^%$in’ boxes, and they are going to be beautiful and people will ooh and aah, and when they ask me if I’ll make them one, I will answer, “I’d be happy to…for a thousand bucks.”
If memory serves your talk gives in to your will. I don’t want to be the first to double entendre you about your future as the queen of enclosed spaces. Seriously, you know you just snapped the red cape in your own face. Really like the one on the left.
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Dremel tool that’s all
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