The problem with timber framing is that you can work for days and days and look like you’ve no work at all. Nearly a week ago, I began with a pile of lumber.
After two solid days of hard work, I still had what looked like a pile of lumber–albeit in shorter pieces. And a large garbage bag of shavings.
I should pause to admit that, if this were real timber framing, I would not be planing down any of these boards, but since small children will be sleeping among them, they are getting smoothed and (eventually) lacquered.
I worked another day and a half surfacing boards and cutting joints.
And I still had what looked like a pile of lumber. And another big bag of shavings.
My oldest daughter checked in on my work, remarking, “You don’t seem to be making much progress.”
So, just for her, I dry-fitted a few of the joints.
“There, honey, does that look like progress now?”
I promptly took them all apart and went on cutting joints.
Eventually, I hope this project will look like more than a pile of lumber.