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The Workshop

 Well this little adventure into woodworking has turned the corner into a full time hobby it seems. I am just really pleased with my little shop I must say. From the way it has answered the harsh conditions and also the little things. It is nothing but a 4 foot by 4 1/2? foot square with a door. It is two sheets of framed 4x8 ply that I cut an inch off the length and stood up on end. I then made a door my height and put it in the corner of our bottom floor cement deck. So it is only one fifth a structure lol. But in that little space I have my workbench with vice and lathe, Drill press, chop saw, scroll saw, grinder, hand drill and jigsaw, plus everything else I need to do my stuff. mostly led lighting, a smoke alarm, lock of course, There is a large storage area above the bench and plenty of room for all the little pieces I have to use. I will get a picture of it soon but I am still finding ways to mess it up right now. This all got started little by little and it is still growing. There is a wonderful story behind this all, an intervention of sorts from the last place I would have looked. All because I let life happen.






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