Yesterday, I custom-cut and nailed in place some 60 feet of crown trim for the bathroom off our bedroom. In all, I pieced together 28 angle cuts for inside and outside corners—most at a true 45 degrees, but some slightly over or under that. I stationed my miter saw outside under the portico at the back door. Every angle and board required several trips back and forth between the bathroom and the miter saw.
By the end of the day, I felt utterly
depleted. I had also created a substantial pile of trim ends and miscut pieces,
which I tossed near the woodstove as I trekked back and forth between the saw
and the bathroom. Finally, at something near 5:30 in the evening, I finished
the job, fed some of the scraps into a fire, and sat down for a wee dram of
Scotch.
—Mitchell Hegman
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