As a saver, I’ve been told I have some weird stipulations on what a “splurge” is. Anything that money is spent on extravagantly is a splurge to me. Grabbing a cup of coffee out. Getting lunch out.
OR. In this week’s case, getting my chainsaw sharpened for $7.50. I know. What a rebel. But this is something I’ve wanted for awhile. I have the skills and tools to sharpen the chain myself (thanks to some very tolerant friends), and I sometimes do. But I lack the patience to do it, especially when the Stihl shop is tempting me from a mile away.
I walk into Alan’s place, lugging the distinguishable orange case and plop my chainsaw down on the floor as Alan comes out to greet me.
“Just a chain sharpening please,” I say to him.
He looks down at the case and then at me and cocks an eyebrow. “Daisy? Your name is Daisy?”
This is the moment you realize you might be more than a little bit quirky.
“Uh, no. My chainsaw is named Daisy. I’m Mel,” I stammer, turning bright red, looking away from him and down to the huge flower I drew in black permanent marker on Daisy’s case next to the big lettering. You weirdo.
He laughs hard. “Well, Mel, this is a first. I know guys name their cars, but I’ve never seen this,” he said, slapping my hand in a high five.
“I love my chainsaw.” Great. Now I sounded like that ten-year-old telling the reporter, “I like turtles.”
It was worth the splurge to be able to cut these spalted maple slabs like butter, especially since I’ve been nursing a torn forearm muscle. A few years ago, a buddy of mine dropped a huge maple that was in the way of our treehouse platform build, and it’s been beautifully perched above the ground since, slowly rotting away as I’ve been taking pieces of it for projects. Only recently did the spalting start. (Spalting is what happens when the tree starts to decay. It’s the optimum time right now to harvest the spalted maple slabs and use them; waiting any longer will result in the wood getting soft and spongy. Not good.)
And it’s currently peak in the valley, which made for an even better work day.
These beauties have sold, but please email me to place an order for similar spalted maple stools from the same tree. Limited quantities are available. (In less formal speak: once the tree is gone, “she gone.”) Go ahead and splurge.
Available stool leg finishes: white, beige, brown, or black (pictured above).
Available heights: 31″ and 26″
Prices: $100 (26″) and $120 (31″) per stool.