Power Tool Book Box-- It's a Start, At Least


This one is a little bit of a crafting fail-- but like all failures, I've learned from it. Someday I intend to use what I learned from this experiment and make a proper book box, but for now, here are my "lab notes," per se, if anyone else wants to put them to use.

Last month, I wanted to make a last-minute present for a friend (as in, I saw her at church that morning, remembered with a blush that it was her birthday, and wanted to make something for her that day). I also wanted to use POWER TOOLS, OH YEAH!

(Power tools are cool.)
(Please tell me you pictured the Doctor saying that.)

I wanted to make her a book box. However, as I explained in the ordinary-book-box-tutorial, you use up two x-acto blades, kill your fingers, spend at least two hours cutting, and wind up with very ragged edges on the inside of the book. This is when I had an epiphany. POWER TOOLS, OH YEAH!

My dad is absolutely brilliant about letting us kids fiddle around with whatever we want to do with his garage full of tools, so as soon as we got home from church, I knocked several books of the shelf looking for a destroyable book (never desecrate a perfectly good book! please!), grabbed the screwdriver bag, and rushed across the cold yard into the garage, still wearing my church clothes. (By the way, doing this in church clothes is a bad idea.)


Note: the top few pages were cut out with an x-acto knife. Ignore that.
I began with a book box I'd started on earlier-- the outer pages were already glued together. See the old tutorial for that.

 First, I folded the book covers and a few pages back and drilled a hole in each corner of the book so that the scrollsaw blade could have some maneuvering space. 


This caused some unfortunate separation of the pages. However, once the hollow is cut out of the book, you can also cut out this pileup of torn paper and the book will lie flat again.

I removed the blade from the scroll saw, threaded it through one of the drilled holes, and tried for five excruciating minutes to wrangle the book and blade into place. It finally worked.


Scrollsaws work by vibrating a blade up and down. Guess what the resident genius forgot to consider? Oh, yeah. The book pages might vibrate so much that 1) you can't hold onto the book, and 2) the scrollsaw turns into some sort of goblin that tries to shake its prey to death. Poor book.

Not just a poor book-- poor me. I snapped the blade in half while trying to make the scroll-saw-goblin behave. This is the point where I called my dad in tears, worried that he will be extremely upset that I just broke his power tool.

Did I mention my dad is brilliant about us using his power tools? He told me where he kept spare blades, and I went back to work. A different plan of attack was in order, however.


Laying a piece of scrap wood ontop did nothing.


A short AHA! moment later, the resident genius came up with a plan. Screw scrap wood tightly to the top and bottom. (In hindsight, two screws would have worked even better. And this ought to be your FIRST STEP. Got it? It will save you mucho trouble.)


That did the trick. The resident genius rubbed her hands together in glee, re-drilled the holes, and started cutting. 



*cough* You know, it might have been more genius-ier if I had traced the size and shape of the hole onto the scrap wood. I wouldn't be doing guesswork, and I might actually have wound up with straight lines and sharp corners.


I kept on a'cuttin'. You'll wind up with a giant stack of papers like this. 

Did any of you notice that the book pages on my sister's artsy skirt had holes in the middle? I used these drilled-through pages to make her book skirt. :)


Tip: straight lines and sharp corners seem to be a near impossibility with books and scroll saws. A more organic, curvy design might turn out better.


Wear work clothes if you attempt this project. You shall be a mess.

Use an exacto knife to cut the hole out of the pages from the font of the book (the pages that were pulled back with the cover).


Ta-da! A book box!

It didn't turn out like I wanted-- but it was done in well under half the time of my old book boxes. However, I like where this is going. I can't wait to go out and try this project again-- but before I do, I might think things through a bit more. :)

(P.S. I seem to be having all sorts of technical issues. The links under my header got messed up, and I my best attempts to fix it didn't completely fix it, and now a few of the images in various posts are strange sizes and discolored (thanks, E, for letting me know). No idea what is going on but I'll get everything fine-and-dandy as soon as I can!)

Virtual Hugs

Some of you might have noticed that I published a blank post yesterday.

It wasn't supposed to be like that.

Back in January, I noticed a "New Year's" trend among bloggers, in which they shared some of the strangest keywords bringing Googlers to their blogs. I thought I would do a similar thing... yes, in April, does it matter? One evening I browsed through Google Analytics, found some hilarious things, and wasted two and a half hours of my life. Sometimes, you just really don't want to write essays.

I compiled all these things and then did some twenty speed drawings to illustrate them. I also thought that I was very punny. There were lots and lots of jokes and that strange happy-sarcastic-laughter that I specialize in when functioning on three cups of black tea.

I was very proud of that post. Oh, so very, very proud.

Yesterday, I pulled the post open on my iPod and clicked "Publish." ("Publish," in this case, is the Blogger version of BIG RED BUTTON THAT SAYS DO NOT PUSH! as you will soon see.)

After hitting publish, I clicked "View Blog," just to make sure that everything worked well and that the captions were lined up under my illustrations. The iPod took forever to load, but then I didn't mind. I was sitting at the lunch table, eating a very delicious ham, spicy cheese, and onion-dressing sandwich. All was well in the world. Until...
This is me, shocked.
There was nothing in the post. It must have been my iPod, right? I very recklessly dropped my delicious sandwich on my plate and ran downstairs. I think I stepped on my little brother's toe on the way to the computer room. I opened up my browser and...


This is me, in denial.
IT WAS GONE! Totally, completely, and utterly gone.

I posted in the Blogger Help Forums. My reaction will tell you whether I got any helpful information.

This is me, reacting.

Yeah. 


Morals of the story:


  1. It is of imperative importance that I find a way to back up Blogger posts. 
  2. I have two choices: a) forget it and move on, or, b) be stubborn and redo it
  3. Yours truly is stubborn and doesn't like having 20 unused speed drawings and will redo it. Someday. Yours truly is a very busy girl.
  4. It is a bad idea to leave a delicious sandwich on your plate and leave the lunch table. A diligent little sibling might just decide to be extra nice to you and clear your plate.
  5. Sometimes, things just go wrong and Yours Truly overreacts. It's safe to say that if I look like this:
then a virtual hug is in order. Dear lovely lovely friends who read my blog, help me chillax, please!

*deep breath*

Thank you for letting me rant.

Bookish Adventures {part three}


This is the third part of the photoshoot I did with my little sister wearing a book page skirt.

{Part One}
{Part Two}

I'm also experimenting with some different editing styles (some very drastic due to weird lighting and white balance), but some of the photos are left unedited. Which is your favorite?













Easter

The Last Supper by Leonardo DaVinci
Hello, everyone!

I hope you have a very blessed Triduum (the three days before Easter), and a wonderful Easter!

The Crucifixion by Diego Velazquez
Traditional icon of the Ressurection

This is just a note to let you know I won't be blogging over the next week. :) In the meantime, enjoy these wonderful pieces of art!

Also, I recently read this journal by an artist on DeviantArt. It's an absolute must-read for every Catholic artist. Read it here. The article is all about the vocation of the artist... here's just one of several epic quotes:


"We must depict Christ. I don't mean we have to just draw pictures of Him (though that's very important). We have to depict the object of human longing, or a very small glimpse of it anyway. Jesus Christ IS beauty, just assuredly as He is Truth, and Goodness. And One. It is part of His identity, of who He is. He is the most beautiful person of all time. Our lives have to be an image of that beauty, as we strive for sanctity living in "imitation of Christ". Our art must be the fruit of our own sanctity, of the divine indwelling of God within us. So we must depict the hope that is within us, we must depict the beauty of Christ, by making beautiful art.

Make good, excellent, beautiful art. A lot of modern Christian art makes a very utilitarian mistake of utilizing poor art for the sake of telling the truth of our faith. It's not authentic, it's not sincere. It's preachy: preaching is boring. It's not beautiful because it isn't sincere, and it shoots itself in the foot. You can be sure no poor work ever came out of a certain carpenter's shop in Nazareth."

~Aodhagain on DeviantArt

This article really struck me... I'm determined to go read JPII's Letter to Artists and actually slow down and appreciate it more.


And just for fun, the above picture gives a glimpse into the way that Leonardo sketched his preliminary drawings!