“Here I must breakfast, tiffin, tea, dine, and sup. Here I must taste – oh! joy of little birds – boiled quails inoculated with green chillies. Here I must know what curry means. From here I must ride, drive, play golf – do what I like. Here, undisturbed, I can write, read, dream, and dose; and here for my special use is set apart that one secret of all Indian luxury and calm, the Indian chair.
“…Here is the easy chair, with a box of cigars by our side, a peg within call, and intellectual men of the world with whom to converse. We from home have doubtless much to say, but we have also much more to learn.”
— Clement Scott, “Pictures of the World” (Remington 1894)
A trip to North Carolina would not be complete without visiting Roy Underhill at the Woodwright’s School and the black hole of my disposable income, also known as Ed Lebetkin’s tool store.
I came to drop off some Lost Art Press Books to for Ed to sell in his store, but I walked out of there owing him money. It happens every time.
The highlight of the visit was the corncob curved drawknife/scorp-like tool that Ed picked up at auction recently. I shudder to think of what dirty job it was relegated to.
I picked up a box of hardware – old brasses and iron chest handles. Plus a complete box of Jennings augers, an old center-finding tool and a homemade layout triangle that was too cool to pass up – I’m a sucker for shopmade layout tools.
Ed’s store is completely full of stuff at the moment, as you can see in the photos. And if you need a corncob scorp (or any other hand tool), drop him a line at firstname.lastname@example.org.
When I wasn’t giving Ed all my money, I was taking pictures of carver Mary May for an upcoming feature I’m writing on her for Popular Woodworking Magazine.