My heart sank momentarily today. I took a gouge out of the top of my guitar with a router (fast spinning metal). It's not as bad as it could have been.
I was routing the channels for the decorative strips that surround the top and back of the body.
The instructors and other students talked about being scared of the router. I've never been afraid of them. Back home, I'll grab it with one hand to bevel the edge of a cabinet or what have you.
My hand slipped when I was repositioning the body towards the bit and it got away from me.
It's frustrating because I spent so much time and effort getting the inside braces perfect and no one is ever going to see them. It's not as bad as I make it sound, but the mistake will always be there. I don't mind though. It shows that a human was involved.
It's one of our most abused cliches, but it rings true. Learn from yr mistakes. Arlen says I'll probably never do it again. It could have been the palm of my hand.
Almost everyone from the school is heading down to Tacoma for a luthiers convention tomorrow. I couldn't justify spending the money, so I'm staying behind with The Twins. I'll write more about them soon. I'll be able to speed things up with so few people in the shop.
Send me a message. I'll be lonely without my new friends around.