Sharp Blades & Bad Words

I used to be a planner, organizer, all around 'type A-er'. I strived to have things move around in the most efficient way possible and for that I needed a good plan. It worked for many of life's scenarios but for the instances where the unforeseen happened, which was often, I needed improvisation skills...and quickly. It seems now that most aspects of my life require more improvisation and less of a 'good plan'. I do this in my work all the time as I find myself teetering on that fence rail of 'making'. You know the instance, when you're working away on something and suddenly you realize that the next step is something you've never encountered and are unsure how to approach it? *Gasp!* 'How the hell am I going to do that?' I ask myself, followed by a good number of expletives as I march around my bench waving my arms around. At first I question whether I took it too far and feel like throwing up but eventually I get to the point were it all comes together. 

eeeek! 

This is the inside of my bandsaw. 

This is the wee mouse that lived to tell about it.


Pink sawdust - not this time.

 *no animals were hurt during this photo shoot

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