Don’t ask what happened to the old closet door. It was one of those cheap, crooked hollow-core doors, the kind that I hate. Really hate. And I have a lot of martial arts weaponry in this house. Let’s just say the old door is no longer in one piece, and we’ll leave it at that
I seem to have made a few doors since I got here. I’d actually prefer to restore old salvaged doors (yeah, I’m weird. I know. No need to tell me that.) but around here that’s not easy to obtain, so I’ve just made my own. I just use construction lumber, a little distressed and more than a little imperfect. It’s knotty. It’s naughty! It’s bent and twisted. But I like the look of it when it all comes together. On this door, the sandpaper I went through cost me more than the actual lumber.
Dry fit. Yup, it’s a door.
Glue-up went really easy and the door seems like it’s going to be flat, straight, and square. Not a lot of huge defects on this, despite all the knots there weren’t a whole lot of fissures or cracks. All the cuts went well, nothing split and there were no huge splinters to impale my hand on. I foresee a little shrinkage in its future, as its final resting place is right next to the wood burning stove, so it’s going to dry out like a bone in the desert. But I can handle that. As long as it opens and closes without having to use a fireman’s axe I think I’ll be happy.
Speaking of doors…