How I fell in love with a cherry wood bed
July 12, 2009
I’ve been away from work for awhile. We were moving and my wife was delivering our first child. All said and done, I hadn’t been into the shop for over a month.
In the meantime, Peter had been building a canopy cherry wood bed. It was nearly constructed when I walked back into the shop yesterday. At first glance the curves and lines seduced me and there is a Macintosh inspired figure built into the headboard that commands attention and I was drawn to the bed in theory and principal. But it was not until I started rubbing it – sanding it – touching it with my own hands that I fell in love with it. Wood is funny like that. It is still just an object until you put yourself into it. Wood absorbs energy. A hand-sanded piece of furniture takes on the life of the sander. Wood starts to give back. And when you sand, it starts to radiate. You change the patina and there is an alchemy that undergoes with cherry especially. You pull out a pink luster with your hand. It is magic. Simple magic. And it was somewhere during the fourth hour of sanding that I realized I had fallen completely in love with it and that I truly have one of the best jobs on the planet.
Try and make any small wood project this month with your own hands so that you can understand what I am saying. You will know.