I regret not taking before pictures, 'cause I can't even remember how many pieces with which I began. Archie said here's this barrel, belonged to an old friend, gonna use it, blew off the porch, big wind, I picked up the pieces, reckon you can put 'em back?
At that insane moment, having just received a beautiful piece of furniture, I knew/thought I could conquer the world. I said sure!
Now who is this lady speaking, certainly not me, I am no barrel maker, have never made a barrel, never repaired nor reassembled a barrel and I am promising I will?
I am the sort of person, if I make a promise, I'll keep that promise come hell or high water, well, let me tell you this barrel was hell AND high water.
I laid all the staves out, noting stains and grains, and placed them, side to side, matching the stain pattern, like finding a piece for a jigsaw puzzle. Now the problem is how do I get them to stand so I can replace the head rings? After trying many things to prop the staves against, I settled on a destroyed pillow that was perfect.
I don't know about the rest of you but I only have two hands and this was tough to do. I would get them all lined up around the pillow, interlocking perfectly, with one side in the head ring and bong! it would all fall down. I even got it together once by leaving one stave out but then the bilge hoop was too large.
I was about to crack, go back on my word, break a promise!!! I have had it with this barrel.
I said okay, you can do this and always started over. TODAY I finished! I just felt like it would be the day. I placed the head hoop down and assembled staves around the pillow, bungee corded the barrel and was able to place the bilge ring on. Yahoo, I am rolling! I tapped the head ring slowly around with a rubber mallet, I tapped the bilge ring lower and lower around the bilge, hey, I am rocking!
Time to replace the other head ring, how am I gonna do this, had no ideal. This is a six ring barrel and I only have three. The staves were still splayed and not close enough to place the ring, afraid to tap the bilge ring any more, I was stumped.
Confidence level sliding lower, hubby comes to see how I am progressing with the barrel I have played with for weeks. He disappears and reappears with a large wire that I could not bend if my life depended on it, twists it with pliers and proceeds to pull the staves in tighter. He is my hero!!! With this tightening, staves pulled together, rings went where they were supposed. Everything was in place!!!!!
I have kept my promise! I stood true to my word! I have finished the barrel! I could not have done it without hubby.
Now maybe I can do some art on this table since the *#*#*# barrel is finally finished.