I started the lathe and took a breath. Then I turned it off
and re-adjusted my rest. Then I turned it back on. I couldn’t remember. Did it
spin that fast the time I turned a bowl? Is my guage sharp? Oh boy. I guess its
now or never. I took a cut, keeping the bevel flat and patiently getting
through the wood. Not as bad as I thought it was going to be. So I took another
cut, then another. In little time at all, I had the log round and was working
on the shape. Two hours after I got to the shop, I had the outside cut and put
away in shavings.
The next day I finished the inside, keeping the tool sharp
every four cuts, and within another two hours had a pretty light bowl. Success!
Ain’t she purty!
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