I got the drawer frames for my bench completed today. I built the bench out of Rock Maple (we were at the beach...) in 1980 and have always meant to do something with the underneath. I finally got fed up with lack of storage space in my tiny ass shop so I decided to make a shit ton of drawers.
After too many stupid attacks to count and dealing with my *ready to shit the bed* thickness planer, I finally cobbed this catastrophe together.
I should make notes because next time I do it I will do it a lot differently, only by the time I need to do this again, if that time ever comes, I won't remember a fucking thing that I learned.
Now I have to make 18 drawers. Built on a foundation that is not square, plumb, or straight, this whole project has been an exercise in abandoning the remotest pretense of perfectionism. It's all plus or minus an eighth.
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