After half an hour of carving, I always feel elated. Like maybe a replica of my former and younger self, instead of like a shadow.
Andy in Switzerland, it is coming along. Slowly.
Building a better world, uke by uke.
This is my building diary. I build ukuleles in my apartment workshop. I try to label the posts, so if you're interested in anything in particular you might find it by clicking the labels.
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After half an hour of carving, I always feel elated. Like maybe a replica of my former and younger self, instead of like a shadow.
Andy in Switzerland, it is coming along. Slowly.
And the damn cedar looks dinged and used already, it dents so easily during assembly. And assembling it the way I did this time involved a bit of brute force.
So I started the polishing process. Can you believe I promised binding, shellac, AND nail guards? I was either drunk, or Robin must have been very beautiful that night. Nail guards will be put on after a few coats of shellac, I don't want those to bond on bare wood in case I have to replace them.
As you see, I polish with a piece of masking tape where the bridge goes. Thanks Erich on UU for writing about your good experience of doing that. So far no glue from the tape had bled out, and it is easier getting a good finish around the bridge this way.
And thanks to that guy on the internet (I'm sure you know who I mean...) who gave me the idea of using an eraser in the muneca instead of a piece of wool.
I'm gonna let the shellac gas out a bit now.