For my main desk, I was pretty sure I couldn’t get a long-enough furniture panel upstairs, so I had it cut in half and planned to glue the two pieces back together once they were in the room. Here’s a free piece of advice to everyone else: don’t do that.
Because I did. And it’s just not worth it. Mind you, I had a very good reason to do this… the stairs at my dad’s place are *tight*. And there’s a hard 90-degree corner in them. And the ceiling in that first one-third of the stairs is low. And that’s not even taking into account the width used by the rails. All of these things factored into my decision to split this largest of pieces into two, and then put them back together. And it looks like I did a good job…
but, looks can be deceiving. Take a look at that split from close-up. It’s almost perfect. Almost… but not quite.
And that was going to be the center of the main desk. Even with a cutting mat on top of it, you’d notice. And you’d notice it – every – single – time. That would have been horrible. I considered getting a new panel, but it would be subject to the same issues… I was pretty certain I would never get it up the stairs around that corner. And I was already over-budget, and I didn’t have enough money to buy a new panel anyway. This is where my dad came to the rescue – well, sort of… he was adamant that we could’ve gotten a full size furniture panel up the stairs. I disagreed. But he was so adamant that he was willing to pay for the panel himself. I still didn’t want to risk it, though. I don’t like the idea of just throwing money away.
So I compromised. I agreed to let my dad buy the panel, but I adjusted my plans so that instead of the top panel having a 10cm overhang at the front of the desk, it wouldn’t have an overhang at all. That way, I could get a panel that was 10cm less wide. In the end, we did manage to get this upstairs, but only barely. It took my dad and me over half an hour of very careful and deliberate maneuvering to get the new panel upstairs without damaging it.
Amusingly, in the end, this didn’t settle the ‘disagreement’ between my dad and I. After we successfully got the panel upstairs, my dad said “see? I told you we could get the panel upstairs in one piece”, whereas I replied “yeah, we got this one upstairs, but the original panel would have been 10cm wider.” Predictably, my father maintained his “I don’t think that would have mattered” and I stubbornly sticked with my “I don’t think we could have gotten that panel upstairs”.
We were never going to find out, since I now had the panel I needed, and I could continue building the main desk. 😉