We had this floor lamp where the shade got damaged in our move from New Hampshire to Tennessee. And then the floor lamp, well, sort of disappeared. And I then couldn’t remember if the base ever made it here, down South. “Maybe we left it behind in Eric’s old schoolhouse up in northern New Hampshire when he sold it” I surmised. .
Fast-forward about 15 months… while walking in Mr. Basketmaker’s workshop, taking some photos, I finally came upon it. Why didn’t I discover it months before? Oh, wait…. yeah, I know why. Because the lamp base was reincarnated as a drying stand for weavers and a “hook” for sandpaper strips before being cut into small squares for workshop classes. Why didn’t I think of that!
Well, I guess we really didn’t need that lamp anyways. I’m glad it has been repurposed and is serving Mr. Basketmaker well.
Mr. Basketmaker has been busy getting materials finished for the upcoming NCBA convention. When I visited his workshop, he was in the last phase of making some rims so I snapped a few pics to share with y’all.
The rims have already been boiled in water and bent around his molds and completed the first stage of drying. Here he’s making reference markings for his students on the rims before he takes them off the mold.
He’s got some great old windows in part of his workshop where lots of light comes in. Perfect place for his rims in their final drying stage!
Eric ordered a new replacement for a rubber tire on the wheel of his band saw. It was cracked and drying out and was coming off the wheel. A couple hours after the UPS driver dropped off the box with the replacement part, I heard a few loud words of frustration coming from the workshop. So I put down my soda and headed on downstairs, with the dog in tow, to see what was going on.
Eric was struggling (a little) getting the new rubber tire on the wheel of the band saw. Despite rigging up a way to do it on his own, he wasn’t having quick success. I immediately stepped in, and we got it on the wheel, together, within 30 seconds.
Men do not stop and ask for directions, or ask their wife for help in fixing machinery. But they should. Below is the “after picture” of me sliding the band into the grooves so it’s a nice tight fit. The Basketmaker’s Wife saves the day… again. (It feels so good to be needed!)