Today I did nothing special but it killed a lot more time than I planned. You’ve been there too, no? At issue: the shop is hopelessly wrecked. Winter is coming. Time to get my head out of my ass and prepare for indoor projects. This is one small corner of my pigpen/shop. Too cluttered to get anything done.
I decided to throw up some shelves to impose order on chaos. I’m lazy and cheap. I found these brackets in a bucket in a barn years ago. I’ve been keeping them forever. Might as well use them (there’s a little rust but who cares).
They looked right for 6″ nominal wood so I picked up a couple 2″x 6″s. Total cost; like $11 or something.
Total fuckin’ disaster! The brackets were 1/2″ too wide for a nominal 2″ x 6″.
Fer fuck’s sake!
As an aside, I like to use plain wood for shop “fixtures”. I rarely, if ever, paint or varnish shit. I just leave it there because varnish or paint would be “final”. Half the time I decide to re-purpose whatever I built at first into whatever I happen to need now. I’ll toss up a bench or a bracket or a wall out of a plain dimension lumber, and years later tear it down to build something else out of the materials. Often, the Mark II version of my materials use will serve for years and yet again I’ll tear it down and use what’s left for another thing. Each time the chunk of wood gets more haggard and worn (and smaller)… but if it’ll serve the purpose I’ll use it down to the last molecule. I don’t know why I’m like this, it’s not like wood is going extinct.
Finally, it winds up in the wood stove; which is why it wasn’t varnished or painted decades prior. There’s clearly a mental imbalance in refusing to treat wood in 2019 because I may burn it in 2030. But… I cannot deny my true nature.
I have a shelf I made for an air compressor. I made it in a different state, in a different time zone, for an air compressor that died so long ago I barely remember it. The shelf followed me through several locations before it became a chicken coop door. Then it was a feed bag storage area. Then it was a nesting box. Then, it became heat. That’s five uses. Hippies bitching about recycling got nothin’ on a cheap redneck!
Why I do this is a mystery to even me. Wood isn’t that expensive.
But it’s relevant to today’s project. I needed brackets for a 6″ (nominal) shelf and buying a couple new metal Chinesium brackets just never entered my mind. The cost would be a couple bucks a bracket and it would save some time. Honest to God it never occurred to me.
Instead I found a chunk of rough cut wood; cast off from some other thing I’m building (more on that later).
I love my thickness planer. I ran the rough cut dirty old POS through it several times (probably dulling blades that cost more than the wood’s worth). It came out, if not pretty, at least not hideous.
Then I ripped both sides on a table saw. End result? I’d “resawn” a block of wood into a couple linear feet of something resembling what you’d buy at Home Depot or whatever. I’d also burned an hour to make something worth a few bucks. Dumbass! There’s something with my brain that just feels like I’m always in an economic depression; maybe it’s something you pick up in your youth and it stays with you?
Geometry. It ain’t rocket science. Metal brackets are for pussies.
Then, on the wall it went. As is my weirdness, I hung it up there with the minimum of Torx screws. Someday I’l be in urgent need of a 2″ x 6″ and my shelf will be sacrificed to the Gods of “Too Lazy To Drive To The Lumber Yard”. So I’ll want the minimum number of holes in my “new” raw material.
Which reminds me, am I the only one who loves Torx screws? You can back them out of damn near anything? How did I survive the horrible dark age of nails?
It’s amazing how much order you can get from 16′ linear feet of crude shelving.
None of this is rocket science or even interesting. I just know it makes me happy when I see some other dude’s workshop all clean and orderly (I find it inspiring). I made it so there’s a tiny bit less chaos on the planet and I want to pass the joy on to you. Hope ya’ like it.
A.C.
P.S. In case you’re wondering, every square inch of the rest of the shop still looks like a tornado sucked up a county dump and took a shit through a blender. Heck, for the work surface “after” photo, I only managed to clear 6′ of the 8′ field of view. (Some of those tiny bits of wood are scrap walnut… I may need ’em someday.) But who cares, every cleaned cubic foot of workspace is a good thing. Good luck to everyone else in their battles with creeping clutter.
Brother I have you so far beat in the mess dept that your pre shelf chaos is clean by comparison. I have two work benches that I haven’t seen the top in years, cabinets I can’t open, a Goldwing with sidecar that hasn’t moved since early 2016 (for sale). Shelving full of crap I can’t remember where I got it from, not to mention all of my tools. It doesn’t help that my dad lived with me for 13 years before he croaked and I now have all of his crap as well. I hauled off three truck loads of junk and put a lot more in storage just to be able to walk in the door. I’d get rid of more but my mom won’t allow it.
Don’t think of it as junk; think of it as “if there was a total economic collapse and/or zombie apocalypse I’d be delighted to have a warehouse of crap ready at hand”. 🙂
Also, I don’t know what it is with ‘Wings and side hacks but everytime I see one Craigslist is either a basket case or overpriced so high I can’t even kick the tires. I love sidecars specifically because they’re completely impractical (asymmetric steering!) but I never bought one. They seem to go from gold plated to dead junk in a flash. I have no idea why. You might need a sidecar if there’s a zombie apocalypse.
“I’d be delighted to have a warehouse of crap ready at hand” explains why I was so disappointed that mom gave away 90% of dad’s carefully-accumulated “stuff” when he died. Looking through the shop, I can see he was a little too enthusiastic in collecting some categories but, it was organized, dammit! Why, oh why, can’t people put things back where they found ’em? Sorry, pet peeve of mine. If ya can’t find it, ya ain’t got it. As for the good stuff that was stolen (unprintable comments).
Oh, and the shelving looks good, AC.
“If ya can’t find it, ya ain’t got it.”
This is super true. I have a lot more stuff than I can find. It’s just how things are. Chaos in the physical world when I know darned well I bought another box of bolts… just can’t recall where I put it.
You are not alone.
I have metric boards left over from dismantling shelves that I fashioned on okinawa 39 years ago.
Used motor oil is an asset in the rust belt…
If I don’t use it 3 times, it ain’t used up yet.
I am also occasionally organized, and I have enough stuff on hand to avoid 90% of trips to the store to do a project.
When we live in the boonies, we learn that travel time to the store is a thing to be minimized, so when we need 1, we buy 2 or a dozen or a gross.