Why The Cobbler’s Son Has No Shoes
Posted By Larry on March 8, 2010
There’s an old story of a cobbler who has quite a following of happy shoe owners. But somewhere in the story we are told that the cobbler’s son has no shoes. This story is used as a moral lesson in several contexts and I’m not here to quibble with any of them. But I think I’ve figured out the real reason the cobbler’s son has no shoes.
I begin my case with an observation from my shop. If I build something for someone else, that person decides what it will be and I build it. I may make recommendations but ultimately the client makes the decisions. But when I make something for our house, things are quite different. Suddenly I have a vested opinion in how the piece should look. AND so does my wife, Chantal. I’m betting that cobbler tried to make shoes for his son but his wife just didn’t like them.
Previously, I presented some ideas for a couple vanities and a mirror, all of which will take up residence in a bathroom we’re remodeling. I was given a list of “gotta be” attributes and I’ve struggled somewhat with a design that would meet the criteria and still look nice. There in lies the rub. I wanted a fancy high-minded design; my wife wanted some boxes in which to store stuff and some mirrors on the wall. I wanted something that would rival a Krenov cabinet (why dream if you can’t dream big?); she wants something a cut above Ikea. Oh, and an attribute I didn’t mention previously – I want beautiful wood grain; she wants white paint.
I had convinced Chantal that pretty wood would be good and all other concessions were accommodated – I thought. Anyways, I bought a bunch of oak and started cutting parts. I even showed you the pile of cut parts in this photo of my NutriSawz-Um Fitness Program exercise station.
I was making good progress but sometimes I talk too much. You see, I started this project using red oak. That was probably a mistake and not only was the grain lack-luster but the wood color and quality very inconsistent. I wasn’t pleased, which meant that half the ‘client base’ didn’t like it.
So, I dragged Chantal into the shop to show her the problem, thinking we could discuss a switch to another wood. Her comment? “Well, why don’t you just paint it white?” How could I have been so stupid? Not that white paint thing again. But with can opened and the worms crawling out it was, quite literally, back to the drawing board.
To assist my lobbying effort I created these SketchUp references:







I wanted to make the case, again, for something other than white as I felt there was already too much white in the bathroom because of the fixtures, moldings, and tiles. I wanted to discuss whether mirrors, frosted glass, or wood panel inserts would be “best.”
Chantal wanted to discuss cleaning. “Those little trim pieces are going to make it hard to keep a mirrors clean. “ And, of course, she was right. Why is she always right? Sigh…
And so, I am once again heading down the road of vanity-building, armed with a new “plan.” She agreed that cherry cabinets would look good. We agreed that a more simple door design would be appropriate and that mirrors would be more functional than alternatives. And so this is the goal:
Off to the wood store I went, happy as a clam that I had a plan, a material spec and that I could proceed… again. The wood store, however, was a disappointment. I did buy some cherry but it’s far from optimal. I bought at least 30% excess with the thought of picking my way around the poor segments of the available boards. I’m not sure that was enough of a margin but I do have a set of parts, cut from cherry.
If this doesn’t work out, I can always paint it white.
Cheers — Larry

















I not sure what it is about the Olympics that grabs me so. I’m not really a sports nut and I don’t think it’s the actual sports themselves that interest me. Rather, it’s more the nature of the humanity that turn my head. It’s about young people, who have worked hard to excel, being there, excelling. It’s about people acknowledging that there is something beyond “winning” that matters in human activities and we’re shown that coming in 6th is still an accomplishment. It is. It’s about realizing that things other than money are important to the human condition and just being good at what you do is justification to work hard to be so.
But, alas, this has not been good news for the Olympics, where Vancouver is experiencing summer-like temperatures as they try to provide sporting venues covered with snow. I applaud their efforts and the acceptance of conditions on the part of the participants. It does, however, make one feel sorry for someone slapping on a couple boards and flying down an ice-covered mountain at 120 mph. Even so the results have been spectacular.




















