The other night I took pictures of my shop to post on one thread and it occurred to me that I’m a pretty lucky guy.
Not too long ago, getting the latest issue of Fine Woodworking or Popular Woodworking was an experience of mixed emotions: I always looked forward to the articles and projects, but at the same time had to go through the usual reality check that I really could not relate to a lot of them because (1) I did not have the ‘right tools’ and (2) did not really have the skills to make do with what I did have.
I debated a lot whether I should just give it up or suck it up. I gave much thought to the latter – just go and start building stuff with whatever I had in my yellow Rubbermaid toolbox. At the time, anyway, my biggest influence was from a guy who wrote a book on building tables and was a big advocate of hand tools. Again, a quick reality check convinced me that if I were to go manual, I probably would never emerge from the basement with a finished product.
Well, it occurred to me that I actually had a third option: wait.
And I did. Paycheck after paycheck after paycheck.
My shop is still small and cold (except for the heat radiating from the ductwork), but has a few more items now than what would fit in my yellow toolbox. And I can’t really say that I am much more skilled now than I was a few years ago, but I certainly have ‘gotten some game’. To quote from a now defunct show that I really liked, "We get better", and I truly believe that.
I’m a lucky guy because I’m married to an awesomely wonderful woman who never once faltered (at least not visibly) in her support of my demented idea that somehow I can wage a war against inferior and overpriced furniture and actually have the slightest chance of winning some battles. A woman who has looked away when there were some pretty hefty entries in the American Express statement that she had not been told about. Her name is Ritzel.
I’m a lucky guy because my kids understand my need to be away from them for a few hours on some days and make unbearable noise downstairs. And in their eyes, everything I build is perfect. They are my biggest (and probably only) fans and their names are Francis and Rachel.
I’m a lucky guy because I know people – none of whom I have met in person – who know how to build incredibly beautiful stuff, teach others, genuinely care for others, tell their stories, listen to others, and just be decent folk. Their name is BT3Central.
I’m a very lucky guy and I just thought I’d let you know.
Not too long ago, getting the latest issue of Fine Woodworking or Popular Woodworking was an experience of mixed emotions: I always looked forward to the articles and projects, but at the same time had to go through the usual reality check that I really could not relate to a lot of them because (1) I did not have the ‘right tools’ and (2) did not really have the skills to make do with what I did have.
I debated a lot whether I should just give it up or suck it up. I gave much thought to the latter – just go and start building stuff with whatever I had in my yellow Rubbermaid toolbox. At the time, anyway, my biggest influence was from a guy who wrote a book on building tables and was a big advocate of hand tools. Again, a quick reality check convinced me that if I were to go manual, I probably would never emerge from the basement with a finished product.
Well, it occurred to me that I actually had a third option: wait.
And I did. Paycheck after paycheck after paycheck.
My shop is still small and cold (except for the heat radiating from the ductwork), but has a few more items now than what would fit in my yellow toolbox. And I can’t really say that I am much more skilled now than I was a few years ago, but I certainly have ‘gotten some game’. To quote from a now defunct show that I really liked, "We get better", and I truly believe that.
I’m a lucky guy because I’m married to an awesomely wonderful woman who never once faltered (at least not visibly) in her support of my demented idea that somehow I can wage a war against inferior and overpriced furniture and actually have the slightest chance of winning some battles. A woman who has looked away when there were some pretty hefty entries in the American Express statement that she had not been told about. Her name is Ritzel.
I’m a lucky guy because my kids understand my need to be away from them for a few hours on some days and make unbearable noise downstairs. And in their eyes, everything I build is perfect. They are my biggest (and probably only) fans and their names are Francis and Rachel.
I’m a lucky guy because I know people – none of whom I have met in person – who know how to build incredibly beautiful stuff, teach others, genuinely care for others, tell their stories, listen to others, and just be decent folk. Their name is BT3Central.
I’m a very lucky guy and I just thought I’d let you know.


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