It all started with a busted shelf and a stubborn streak.
One Saturday afternoon, my wife asked if I could fix the wobbly shelf in the laundry room. I had never built anything more complicated than a birdhouse in middle school shop class, but I figured, “How hard can it be?” Fast forward a few hours, a pile of sawdust, and a few curse words later — the shelf was fixed. Kinda.
That one project lit a fire in me.
Something about working with my hands, the smell of fresh-cut wood, and turning raw material into something useful just clicked. I was hooked. I started watching YouTube videos, picking up tools from yard sales and hardware stores, and slowly learning the craft in the corner of my garage.
At first, it was small stuff: tool caddies, workbenches, rustic signs. Then I moved on to bigger builds like shelves, lanterns, and tables. Every mistake became a lesson. Every success felt like a win.
Over time, my little garage turned into a full-blown workshop — sawdust on the floor, clamps on the walls, and half-finished projects on every surface. Now, it’s my favorite place to be.
Woodworking isn’t just a hobby for me anymore — it’s therapy, creativity, and problem-solving all rolled into one. And now, I’m sharing my journey, one project at a time, right here on this blog.
Thanks for stopping by. Pull up a stool, grab a cup of coffee, and let’s make something cool.