You might have gotten the impression that all I do lately is clean like a boss (and use my tractor to set off big explosives), but don’t worry, I’m still just as covered in sawdust as usual…
Or, in this case, dessicated raccoon shit.
Over the weekend I spent just a few hours helping my dude salvage some wood from an old barn for a couple of projects he’s working on for his new bar. And, because I risked life and limb and personal hygiene balancing precariously on barn beams while hauling around large pieces of old barn wood, in return he bought me a couple of old saws I spotted at a flea market we stopped at on the way home.
Eight bucks for the two of them. My labor comes cheap.
Months ago one of my friends sent me a link to the work of hand-lettering artist Zachary Smith, particularly these hand painted saws. For obvious reasons these made my heart go pitty-pat, and as soon as I saw the old saws at the flea market, I had to have them.
First, I taped and spray painted the blades with a flat black paint…
Then I decided that it looked way too clean, so I removed some of the black paint with a wire brush attached to my drill. (It’s still darker and a little more rustic than the original blades.)
As I work through my 20/10’s I’ve been sketching out ideas for quotes and lettering on my ten minute breaks. Oddly, after being absent from my sketchpad for a good twenty minutes or so, I found this addition that someone added to my list…
(That man does make me laugh.)
I went with something a little less stabby.
I fully intended to paint this on with paint and a small brush, but I found the white-paint sharpie marker I used on the wall in this bathroom, and it actually worked beautifully (for being two years old and almost out of paint.)
I’ll be picking up a few more for touch-ups and my second saw… a project that will keep me going through at least a few more sessions of organizing my kitchen cabinets. And they may be ready to hang on the wall by time I’m ready to tackle my office.