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Moving in slow mo

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This is the bathroom door in Mi Cabina.  Wood was from a demo of an old house and is of questionable pedigree, may be pine, poplar, or hemlock: who knows.  The center strap is red oak and from the pallets I have been getting from work. 
That latch is the cool part IMO.  All wood, including the spring inside the housing.  I saw that movie about the guy in Alaska and how he built his place and that inspired  me to play here.  The spring is a piece of thin maple, tapered, then set into a slot and wedged tight. It sits passive until the bar is moved.  The bar is two pieces of red oak, shaved smooth for ease of movement, then mortised at right angles. No glue, no pins,  just a good tight fit.  The housing was made with a circular saw, drill, and chisel.  Everything was hand fitted using a knife to scrape off high spots and to smooth things out.
Family members keep joking (?) That I should cut a crescent moon in the door like they did on the old outhouses.  It’s in consideration, but not fixed yet.  It would give it more character but I think the door already has that now.
May have more to share later this weekend.    Talk laters

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