Knyte Tyne
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So here I am, a young father of two, now beginning my own journey in the footsteps of my dad. I was raised in the saw dust and earsplitting screams of my fathers woodworking machines, spending every moment I could playing dads little helper. Learning along the way and shaping my own passions for everything tool and material.
The original workshop on my folks property was a double length single garage. I remember how well my father had it layed out with everything flowing into the next step of his workflow - Tables appearing out of walls and machines rotating to accommodate projects way larger than what you think possible in the narrow space filled wall to wall with shelves and boxes of "someday that will be useful" things.
Eventually though it was gutted, made wider, and turned into a flatlet for my Grandparents. Part of the deal though was that he got to build a new workshop at the bottom of the property, as large as money could afford.
Years passed - We never really got the new workshop even close to the same functionality as the old one. My fathers ailing health and old age catching up with him, He spent less and less time in the workshop. As I was young and of the age of freedom my focus also lay elsewhere at that time. Though the workshop never lay idle. Just more and more like a storage room.
It had now become mine though - inherited with all my dads tools and knowledge, and the rest of the families "junk". By the end of Christmas 2008 I opened the door to this...
Now dont be fooled - At this point I had already filled and entire backroom on the property with everything you don't see here - So that I could at least navigate the area. The weekend prior to this I also ended up throwing out a Skip worth of ****.
And so with a little breathing room the mission began.
Everything Inside... Move Outside...
Little piles of "organisation" all over the property.
By lunch time I had reclaimed a strange concrete like material I decided to name... The Floor!!!
By the days end, and well into the evening, I had left myself with this
So here I am, a young father of two, now beginning my own journey in the footsteps of my dad. I was raised in the saw dust and earsplitting screams of my fathers woodworking machines, spending every moment I could playing dads little helper. Learning along the way and shaping my own passions for everything tool and material.
The original workshop on my folks property was a double length single garage. I remember how well my father had it layed out with everything flowing into the next step of his workflow - Tables appearing out of walls and machines rotating to accommodate projects way larger than what you think possible in the narrow space filled wall to wall with shelves and boxes of "someday that will be useful" things.
Eventually though it was gutted, made wider, and turned into a flatlet for my Grandparents. Part of the deal though was that he got to build a new workshop at the bottom of the property, as large as money could afford.
Years passed - We never really got the new workshop even close to the same functionality as the old one. My fathers ailing health and old age catching up with him, He spent less and less time in the workshop. As I was young and of the age of freedom my focus also lay elsewhere at that time. Though the workshop never lay idle. Just more and more like a storage room.
It had now become mine though - inherited with all my dads tools and knowledge, and the rest of the families "junk". By the end of Christmas 2008 I opened the door to this...
Now dont be fooled - At this point I had already filled and entire backroom on the property with everything you don't see here - So that I could at least navigate the area. The weekend prior to this I also ended up throwing out a Skip worth of ****.
And so with a little breathing room the mission began.
Everything Inside... Move Outside...
Little piles of "organisation" all over the property.
By lunch time I had reclaimed a strange concrete like material I decided to name... The Floor!!!
By the days end, and well into the evening, I had left myself with this
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