December 2009: I decide that I'd like to start modeling somewhat "professionally" or rather, well enough to satisfy myself. (I find it very therapeutic, its almost like meditation) So, with fantasical dreams of the perfect workshop in mind, I begin to build one of the lower-end models that had been gathering dust in my closet. A few nights of meticulously cutting and sanding, I finally had something that looked somewhat like the robot on the box. That's about as far as I got. (We'll get to that in another post.)
|Spray booth with furnace motor|
|This space has potential|
|Let there be light!|
|Distressed Cabinets: What $200 worth of stain, clear coat and other finishing products look like.|
During this time, I made several expensive trips to Lowe's and Home Depot. With some amazing power tools in hand, I finally had the resources to start building my bench. I wanted to build the bench tall enough that I wouldn't be hunching my back over, as this hobby is quite time intensive. I made it tall enough to stand or sit in a drafting stool, which works out amazingly well.
After a couple weeks of Five Finger Death Punch and Type-O-Negative themed evenings, (Not limited to fire, hammering, sawing, and making a hell of a lot more noise than needed late at night) I finally completed the bench successfully. Framing the bench wasn't horrible, but the shelves were a definite learning experience. (Thank god for jig-saws) This reminds me of a Tom Waits story.....
|Bacon. Why you ask? Why the hell not? I earned it didn't I?|
Winter 2010-11: Didn't do much. It was cold. I ate and hibernated.
Early Spring 2011: The work had paid off. With the man cave completed, its time to rock n' roll. I've got heating and air-conditioning, music, and a portable DVD player. (If I start hoarding food, I should be able to stay out here for extended periods of time.)
|This picture makes me look like I ready to roll in|
some asbestos, or cook up some meth.....
In conclusion, I've made an ultimate creative playground. Its been quite the investment of time and money, but it was definitely worth it. Now I've got a place to hide out when the moon is full and the pregnant wife becomes a hormonal train wreck! j/k. Its kind of like a dream come true.
Well all, its been real. I need my man-brination. I've got a full day of fighting bears and writing poetry ahead of me. Fin.
|Even the basset enjoys a break |
out in the man cave from time to time.
P.S. This layout is god aweful. I'll get it figured out soon. Bear with me!