Trim is but a means of masking one’s mistakes. In an amaturish production such as this, nothing ever fits cleanly. Cuts are rough, edges are mismatched and corners are imperfect. Trim was devised to both adorn and cover these inevitable flaws in workmanship. To date, my most perplexing challenge has been the rounded front windows of the “observation lounge”. Like the front panels I installed ages ago, the construction of trim is confounded by the forward-leaning curves. My Baltic Birch doesn’t bend well. So I am working this out in my usual janky way.
My sister-in-law, Betsy, pointed out that this shelf will limit headroom should a couch be placed under it. I believe she is right so I will cut off the front two inches of it, leaving it flush with the leading edge of the vertical trim piece. Once again, the value of collaboration.
Still looking for my patch of earth.