I need to build not-so-heavy pieces.
My German roots were exposed by this chunk o’ wood, which definitely earned its name. Or maybe it’s just a Melanism since I feel that by putting “das” in front of anything in place of the word “the” automatically emphasizes that whatever noun that follows is…big.
The slab coffee table needed to get from my barnyard (workshop), into Taco (truck), to the clients’ home (thankfully close), and into their backyard, up a set of stairs, and onto a porch (tricky). The slab, even without the base, was too heavy for me to lift alone. Adding a sturdy base, complete with an area for their cat to chill at, was going to only increase the already overbearing weight of Das Slab.
While it looks like I took a torch to the top, no trees were harmed; this was the product of some strategic sanding and sealing. (But I must confess that the original base had a Viking funeral.) The chainsaw patterns and wood grain really pop with the spar poly finish:
Moving Das Slab to its new home was a process that would have made MacGyver proud. It took three people, a large moving dolly, and one very long piece of rope, attached to the dolly. I looked like I was dragging an unhappy ox through the yard as the two clients pushed and guided it from behind until we were finally at the place where we needed to lift the unwieldy beast up the stairs to the deck.
Das Slab quickly made friends with Louie.
And no one threw out their backs. I’d say it was a good day. Auf Wiedersehen, Das Slab!