Until I can make up my mind about which wood (understanding that you'll just make it out of whatever you want), I should introduce you to some of the other, non-wood characters:
Ziggy and Jiggles are the family dogs. And when the kids are at school and my wife's at work, they become the shop dogs. They don't help much, don't know how to sand and largely they get underfoot; but they're part of the deal, and they're much loved.
ZIggy is a standard poodle. Characteristically, he is highly neurotic, even psychotic. Uncharacteristically, he is something of an idiot.
Ziggy was the first and only dog we've ever bought. They don't shed, our kids were giving us the big eyes, and we had heard good things. Our enthusiasm was dampened substantially when I inquired (you don't "ask" in Connecticut) with a local breeder how much a poodle puppy cost. During the call, I had the vague feeling it was rude to ask the price. But I got an answer. I think I could have paid for several human child adoptions for what the local breeder was asking, but I didn't call the local adoption agency to confirm.
With some further reseach, I found a breeder in Georgia who had a runt at 50% off her normal price because he looked "funny." Including shipping, this deal was pennies compared to the local cost. I had the check in the mail within minutes.
They say you get what you pay for, but I've fought that my whole life. Sometimes I win, and sometimes I lose. While endearing at times, Ziggy has deep psychological problems and a few physical ones. I have become his codependent.
Ziggy must eat toilet paper at least once a day or he gets nervous. Just a few sheets will do. He gently chews each sheetfor some time to get full enjoyment of the texture or taste, or perhaps both. Ziggy also requires a deep back scratch once a day, usually after dinner. Every muscle in his body responds to the scratching, so his skin literally creeps up and down his body. He then literally contorts into pretzel shapes, legs around one another, pushed against table legs, neck arched until his nose nearly touches his back. If he doesn't get scratched, he gets nervous.
What happens when Ziggy gets nervous? He bites people. Just a little snap, a lightning-fast tag on your hand or leg, drawing just a little blood. He doesn't mean it badly. He wags his tail when he does it. he just has to bite something, then he feels much better and isn't so nervous anymore.
He also enjoys dirty socks, underwear, and handkerchiefs--whatever small clothing is left on the floor--not just to chew, but to eat, digest, then leave on our lawn, oddly extruded textiles. If I don't catch them before guests arrive, they invariably attract attention--"what is that?" They are very difficult to explain. "You see, our dog...."
ZIggy also steals toast out of the toaster with greater silence and stealth than SEAL Team Six operative. In fact, the last time I caught him stealing toast out of the toaster was when he was a puppy seven years ago. But our toast consumption is still too high to be solely me the kids poaching each other. The same happens to dinners, breakfast sweet buns and the occasional Thanksgiving turkey.
Ziggy also then finds dead animal carcases in the woods and eats them, later to throw up fur and gray bits of rotted somethings on our living room floor.
Ocassionally, I find Ziggy has feathers stuck to his mouth. When I stare at him, wondering what he has been up to, he gives me a look that says "What? What I do? I didn't do anything. Nothing you could possibly know about, anyway." I am thankful our neighbors do not raise chickens. But I think he's mainly interested in carrion, so poaching isn't a concern.
While stealthy, Ziggy is not that bright. He is a good guard dog. Someone knocking at our front door will start a chorus of barking. But knock on the kitchen table in front of him, and he will run to the front door barking.
Ziggy will occasionally fart, then turn in alarm and begin barking at the strange sound that came from behind him.
Chasing squirrels is very difficult for Ziggy, as he has only a very dim concept of three dimensions. The squirrel runs up a tree. Ziggy runs to the tree and around it several times, sniffing furiously, but without ever looking up.
Ziggy is a loving, family dog, great with kids, and available for adoption.
We got Jiggles while living in India and brought her back. That in itself is a tale.
Jiggles is an exceptionally intelligent and bossy little girl, a mutt mix of Indian street dog and, we think, Lhasa Apso. She requires daily trummy rubs.
Perhaps more like tummy rubs on demand, every few minutes and also as necessary.
And there is nowhere that a tummy rub is not completely acceptable.
This tummy rub thing is part of her genetic heritage. Indian street dogs make their living by being really, really cute and extorting food and shelter from people who don't have much to begin with. Rich foreigners are particularly juicy targets. We never met cuter dogs than in India, especially on the beaches.
Jiggles hates birds and will chase them across the yard, no matter how high they're flying. I've seen her jump at geese flying in V formation so high up you can barely make them out.
Squirrels are Jiggle's passion. She can run faster than them, but not up trees. Sorrowfully for her, our yard is filled with trees so she has not caught one yet. She stares into the local field, praying to spy a squirrel caught in the middle with no tree nearby.
Jiggles and Ziggy get along quite well, as long as Ziggy obeys her completely. She is the undisputed boss in the couple, even going so far as to regulate access to me for his back scratching. If she needs a tummy rub first, she growls to send Ziggy to the back of the line.
Days in the shop are tough on them. Neither likes work much so they lie around and look mournfully at me. If I let them out, they're off in the woods to chew on some carrion. Then when I let them back in the shop, they stink up the place. If I put them in the house, Ziggy will eat the kids' underwear. So they stay bored with me in the shop, except for the tummy rubs, back scratches and bird sightings through the windows.