I dreamed of having my own shop for years—a shop filled with all the machines and tools a grown-up boy could desire.
I dreamed of making tables, planters, flags, baskets, shelves, and so much more.
I dreamed of going out to my shop in the morning, of making these things in my own way, at my own pace, to the highest quality I could.
One day, I started.
I started with the tools and the materials I had—and I haven’t stopped yet.
I’m still creating these things, with the tools I had at the beginning, and some more I’ve picked up along the way.
Throughout the day, I work with wood that has been recycled, reclaimed, or that I purchase new.
I take pride in my work and the fact that it is all made in the U.S.A.
I end each day with the quiet satisfaction that only comes from doing a good job well—from turning what was once just a dream into something real, from turning what was once just an idea into something tangible.