I’ll be prototyping a few pieces over the coming months and I recently put in an order for some redwood to knock them up in. Our usual merchant can normally supply nice wide boards of redwood easily, but this time I wasn’t so lucky. As an alternative tulipwood was offered.
Now I’d always thought that tulipwood was some sort of erotic… exotic Australian wood? That would cost a bomb and be a sod to work, so no thank you!
“No you soft sod”, Steve replied. “It’s American tulip… poplar”.
I’ve heard a lot about poplar but have never had the opportunity to even sniff the stuff.
I learnt something new, and placed the order. It would be a good alternative.
The boards arrived and were lovely and wide, clear and long. They’ll be ideal for prototyping. I roughly tarted one up and was struck with that excitement of something new. I haven’t found that in a while. I was struck with two new things actually, the other being Ebola, or something equally as dreadful. This has only enhanced the excitement as all I’ve wanted to do is get on. Instead all I’ve managed is to cough all over it.
(Edit from Helen – it’s not Ebola, just a cold. Or it might pass off as a mild flu.)