|Framing in my driveway and dry-fitting the walls|
|My helper, practicing with her hammer|
Perhaps I learned this from my dear friend Doc. Doc is somebody that I worked with for several years. On top of teaching together, Doc and I built all of the sets for the school plays together. Doc and I talked about the set and pieces that we needed, but as I look back, I don't ever remember the two of us having paper that we worked from. We discussed, visualized, problem-solved...and then built. Doc helped build in me a love for tools, and he taught me most of the basic building skills that I use regularly.
|A set piece from Fiddler on the Roof, the first set that Doc and I did together|
I have realized with every project that I tend to focus on the mistakes, the gaps, the errors, the imperfections. As the shed went up last week, my pastor asked me if I would do anything differently if I were to build another one. Of course I would. There is always room to improve and things that could be better. But I accept the imperfections. These are the things that separate the work that I do from something that comes from an IKEA factory in Sweden. (IKEA, if you're reading this...I really do want that $10,000 kitchen make-over, even though your cabinets are too perfect). No two projects that I make will ever be alike. It will be different every time. And next time it will be better.
|Leveling the base and checking the walls for plumb|
|The finished product, with two inches below the wall to spare|