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Dirty Work

Whose work is it?

Each project with my friends is really a joint effort. 
An amount of work belongs to my batch production and an amount to my friends. The components of this project were complex. Sides of the tray were all cut individually on the bandsaw. Each handle involved angles that needed to be cut slowly.  
Then, while assembling, the angles involved didn’t allow clumsy hands to work unguided. 
As a project in disability, I’d call this one a failure!  
But, I must confess, it was good for my ego to create twelve compound cut handles and have each one fit perfectly.
Whose work was it? Was it a success?
My wonderful friends are always happy to take home an object they have been involved in. I remain in debt for their generous judgements.

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