joe careless
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I have found myself making a number of tool boxes, in part to resolve issues in un/loading my carpentry tools in the van/work but also finding it a positive evening activity in my workshop.
I have a toolbox my father made years ago and recently started to use it especially after his diagnosis of cancer, kinda just need something handmade by him in his able years ( he built boats) close by.
I now have different sized carpenter tote boxes , and finding the process of making them comforting.
Tonight I made up the coffee break box, inside it will hold my stove ( a Svea 123 bought by my dad from Edgingtons 1958 before he went to the Alps) and espresso pot, couple of mugs, a coffee tin, milk can, lighter ,biscuit tin and best of its strong enough to sit on.
We aren't sure dad will make it through this health hurdle and to be honest it knocked me for six, he and I have been through a lot together, I've already buried one friend this year who died right at the start and my close friend William has sarcoma cancer which isn't responding to any treatment.
Dad and I have always joked that there's enough plywood kicking around to knock up a box for him... Oh well fingers crossed at least he's not losing his marbles sat in a care home and seems to have found determination in getting it sorted.
I have a toolbox my father made years ago and recently started to use it especially after his diagnosis of cancer, kinda just need something handmade by him in his able years ( he built boats) close by.
I now have different sized carpenter tote boxes , and finding the process of making them comforting.
Tonight I made up the coffee break box, inside it will hold my stove ( a Svea 123 bought by my dad from Edgingtons 1958 before he went to the Alps) and espresso pot, couple of mugs, a coffee tin, milk can, lighter ,biscuit tin and best of its strong enough to sit on.
We aren't sure dad will make it through this health hurdle and to be honest it knocked me for six, he and I have been through a lot together, I've already buried one friend this year who died right at the start and my close friend William has sarcoma cancer which isn't responding to any treatment.
Dad and I have always joked that there's enough plywood kicking around to knock up a box for him... Oh well fingers crossed at least he's not losing his marbles sat in a care home and seems to have found determination in getting it sorted.
