There’s nothing more satisfying than working with my hands. Nothing comes close. The joy it brings can be flat-out therapeutic, if not downright spiritual, especially after a good day in the shop. I first discovered this rock-solid truth as a boy when my father taught me how to cut my first pine board with a tape measure, pencil line and a handsaw. I realized quickly that with my hands and a few simple tools, possibilities were endless. And now, after decades of countless wood projects, creative endeavors and tinkering on all scales, I have learned to trust my hands and to always believe in what they are capable of. Let’s call it an acquired confidence — though I certainly know my limits.
Experience brings an unwaivering respect for process and a commitment to do things right the first time. Determined hands bring results that last. You with me? So, whether it be making things, fixing things, painting, cleaning, working in the garden or just pushing a broom — you can count me in.