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Resin art. It's all the rage. 

Arriving at Kayleen’s house I can always be sure of two things: that I will be greeted by a black Gracie dog, and that her house will always smell of a dazzling dish in the works. Yesterday did not disappoint, as both swirled around the kitchen as Kayleen and I discussed our game plan for the day: wood planing. 

Wood planing became the center of our focus two weeks ago when Kayleen and I swung open the front doors of Edensaw, and triggered an earthquake of onlookers. The heat of their eyes was on us like a spotlight; I swear I could see exotic dust particles floating in the air through their high-beamed stares. Edensaw, is predominately littered by men who reek of expired Old Spice cologne and wet flannel – it’s the last place you’d expect to see two women, armed with boat building knowledge and on the missional rampage with measurements in hand. But there we were, and there was Edensaw, completely out of stock of our rich mahogany. 

The transom is finally attached and fiber-glassing is in progress!

Fast forward to Saturday (go back one blog entry if you missed Kayleen’s recanting of this story), Kayleen and I are standing in front of Jeff’s wood planer, armed with rough sawn mahogany planks. The wood planer reminded me of a Crayola 64 crayon box, with the sweet sharpener built into the back. You know, the one that only the cool kids in the fifth grade had? Kind of the same idea, except this machine promised to sand down our planks to toothpick dimensions if we so desired – after a quick demo from Jeff, Kayleen and I hit the ground running.

As a disclaimer, for those of you who do not know, Kayleen has injured her right hand as she has fallen victim to a severe injury of carpal tunnel (personally, I think she should stick with a bar fight story or something equally as hardcore to blame her handicap on, but I digress). Due to this injury, she is virtually incapable of using her right hand for anything worthwhile, so I took charge of the manual labor, while she supervised and manned the planer measurement guide. Half way through the deafening job, we realized that the planer blades are dull and need replacing – with one and a half boards left to plane, we threw in the towel, deciding it would be best to rectify the blade situation before we continued (I’m told that new blades have been ordered and will arrive this Wednesday).

Flames 8 feet high. We call that progress!

With little progress to make on the boat with the planer being out of commission, Kayleen looked at me and with a crazed look in her eye, and suggested that we burn the heaps of dead wood that have been accumulating in the garage since the project began. Needless to say, Kayleen knows how to build a fire!