At least for me, that has more to do with misremembering what I measured than mismeasuring it
Can’t count how many times I the workshop I measured something, made a mental note of it, walked back to the workbench, only to have to walk back and remeasure it because now I’ve forgotten what I just measured lol
I got in the habit of writing that shit down on scraps of paper or wood. And then, of course, I got in the habit of dropping those scraps of paper or wood into the growing pile of scraps of paper or wood back in my shop and picking up the wrong one when it came time to cut.
Measure twice cut once is a saying for a reason.
If you already knew this expression, here is chapter two:
Account for the width of the blade.
Ahh our good friend, kerf!
For years I just drew a line and then sawed down the middle of it. 🙄
Oh my sweet summer child.
This is what happens when you have a banker for a dad.
Makes sense. My dad’s an engineer, so I got a solid education in most tools.
Somehow I’m also an idiot with finances. I guess the moral is I had a hands off dad who didn’t know shit.
At least for me, that has more to do with misremembering what I measured than mismeasuring it
Can’t count how many times I the workshop I measured something, made a mental note of it, walked back to the workbench, only to have to walk back and remeasure it because now I’ve forgotten what I just measured lol
And this is why I always have a bunch of marking and numbers and other vandalism on whatever board or piece of material I’m using.
I got in the habit of writing that shit down on scraps of paper or wood. And then, of course, I got in the habit of dropping those scraps of paper or wood into the growing pile of scraps of paper or wood back in my shop and picking up the wrong one when it came time to cut.