Fridays, amiright?

While building an order for an octave mando a few months ago, a travesty occurred. The centerline of the instrument decided to shift a little bit. Why? I have no idea. The mandolin Gods decided I needed to be humbled. I started over with a new body and shipped it out, then decided to pair this body with one of our slightly less than perfect jig-testing necks.

Does the rosewood of the peghead veneer match the fretboard?

Nope.

Is the sound hole a perfect circle (because I totally fudged it over a little bit to make it look right?)

Also nope.

Is the company brand on the peghead perfectly visible? (Because instead of making a test neck out of pine to try out the jig like a normal person you decided to use an expensive mahogany neck?)

Well well well, yet another nope.

After a few weeks of seeing my failures in a pile on the bench, I decided to join my misbegotten children together to see what would happen and out popped a perfectly playable and great sounding octave. It’s just a little aesthetically challenged. Walnut back and sides with a torrefied Sitka spruce top