I'd hoped to start the day in my workshop, but as they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. House of Note, my former place of gainful employment, very generously offered me the use of a cello while mine is in the hospital. I also needed to buy a new case, since you can see daylight through the old one where it hit the curb, or whatever it was it hit.
I drove out to the Western suburbs and spent a happy half-hour picking through cases. It was a little like trying on shoes -- exciting, with a wealth of possibilities and a whiff of risk. I picked an adorable, adjustable, feather-light periwinkle number by Musilia, then set about trying out cellos.
By the time I had exchanged emails and phone calls with the (very helpful) insurance agent, half of my workday was over. I had an evening commitment, too.
So, as far as progress: I picked out the wood and measured the density of the top and back. I made a couple of templates for the top and bottom block, and I finished the mould.
Not great, not terrible.
I drove out to the Western suburbs and spent a happy half-hour picking through cases. It was a little like trying on shoes -- exciting, with a wealth of possibilities and a whiff of risk. I picked an adorable, adjustable, feather-light periwinkle number by Musilia, then set about trying out cellos.
By the time I had exchanged emails and phone calls with the (very helpful) insurance agent, half of my workday was over. I had an evening commitment, too.
So, as far as progress: I picked out the wood and measured the density of the top and back. I made a couple of templates for the top and bottom block, and I finished the mould.
Not great, not terrible.
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