Saturday, October 15, 2011
I was doing some knife work and couldn't find the piece of glass that I usually cut on. I was trying to figure out what else I could use, (upside-down pie dish?) and then I remembered Doug's slab of granite. He uses it for his leatherwork, to pound on. I remember when he brought it home--he rang the doorbell, because he had his arms full, so I opened the door and he was standing there with this chunk of granite in his arms. He looked at me and said, "It was free!" Heh. (He got a scrap from a countertop place.)
The surface has tiny knicks in it, so the cutting wasn't quite as smooth, but it worked fine for what I was doing. I still want to find my glass.