The Accidental Woodworker

I didn't set out to be a woodworker. I set out to make one thing, then another, and somewhere between the sawdust and the finish coats, it became what I do.

These posts are where I talk about the process, the materials, the occasional disaster, and why a barrel that spent years aging bourbon makes for better furniture than anything you'll find flat-packed in a box. Pull up a stool.