A long day alone and the last thing I can remember is breakfast. This is quite physical work, and once it started to consume me I lost all sense of time. I started the binding yesterday, working on the back, and making more than my fair share of mess, and spending many sessions at the honer sharpening my scrapers. The pic below is of my little Dremel tool in it's routing outfit.
Because the plates are not flat, the routing needs to be done with some extra care, and the back in particular needed to be further cut with a hand purfling cutter and chisels to make up for the inadequacy of this routing outfit in dealing with the angles, mainly at the top of the bout.
Above, the back purfling is sitting in its channel, and the binding channel sits empty for the moment.
Below, the belly purfling. The maple binding is still un-trimmed, and therefore very thick in this pic. At this point, I had only worked on bringing the top surface down flush, using the usual suspects and a flat scraper. So that outer maple line will end up much thinner. You can see in this pic that the belly was sealed before all this palaver, to protect the surface from nasty fingernails and router bases. Some of the sealer has come off with the levelling, and more will soon too as I prepare the surface for finishing.
It looks smaller and more finite with its framing edges, and there is also a more delicate and difficult-to -describe feeling here too- that, after all this work, somehow surprisingly, it is still just a guitar.