As men will do, I asked a female friend what she would like for Christmas. Now, this woman is the only female who has ever been allowed in the garret, (apart from a policewoman). And, she has seen that I can make things, fix stuff, do amazing things with my hands…
What she has asked Santa to bring her this Christmas is a stool a little like mine. Around this part of Northern England it’s called a cracket.
I made this cracket back when I was in school, so despite all the abuse I could throw at it, this little wooden stool has lasted for 40 years or so. All I’m going to need a length of plank, a few bits and pieces, and a little time.
For 40 years old it doesn’t look to bad at all. And, it’s an amazing useful piece of furniture. Standing on, resting stuff on, using as a saw horse… So, that’s what I’ll be making her for Christmas.
Doesn’t the real spirit of Christmas have something to do with a carpenter?
I’ll do another post nearer to Christmas showing you how Marmaduke and I progress. For a little bear, he’s a pretty good apprentice carpenter.
Jack Collier, jobbing joiner.