Not to put a fine point on it…

Today I was sitting at my desk and I needed to jot something down quickly so I grabbed the nearest pen. It happened to be a new fountain pen that I had purchased to replace a beloved pen that went missing a few weeks ago. The pen billed itself as “fine point” but it feels…

Places everyone, places…

As it turns out, the best part of building a new tool chest is filling it up for the first time. Suddenly, you understand some small measure of the wisdom of the all the generations to have come before.  All the tools start falling into place like well cut tenons into carefully chopped mortices. Ok,…

A Revelation

I knew that when I began considering building a tool chest, that such a thing would change not just the way I store my tools, but the way I work as well. The latter is yet to be seen, but I am finally beginning to understand the former. When I read the Anarchist’s Tool Chest…

when history opens its pages…

I finished the trays for the chest. I’m pretty excited about that. There’s a confession to be had there but that will be for a future post. What this means though, is that woodworking is largely done and that it’s time to fix hardware and paint. I started laying things out to get a sense…

the work is slow, but the weather improves…

When you return from vacation there is always that fleeting window of time when you realize that “real life” seems to go along at an unhealthy pace sometimes; a tide churning against the rocks of commitments and constraint. That window of enlightenment always seems to draw to a close too abruptly, like jumping into an ice cold…

The sacred vernacular

I am a pastor, and Saturday I had the honor of presiding over a funeral for one of the saints of our church who now rests from her labor. Yesterday, I had the pleasure of welcoming two young women into that same church through the sacrament of baptism. That’s the way it goes in the…

You say mortice and I say mortise. Let’s call the whole thing off.

“VERNACULAR: The language or dialect spoken by the ordinary people of a country or region” (Oxford English Dictionary) Popular culture has taught me to call it “folk” furniture. Antiques dealers have convinced me that it is “rustic” or even “primitive.” Peter Follansbee and Chris Schwarz, on the other hand, have given me a new lexicon…

If I’ve seen it once…

My first car is hardly worth mention. My second car, however, was the car that propelled me into young manhood and carried me through what might arguably be the most tumultuous period of my life. It was a dark blue 1985 Ford Escort with two doors, a passenger side seat belt that only worked half…

The marks of an unknown maker

After a few crazy weeks at work, my family and I are finally getting to enjoy a little downtime with extended family in the mountains of Virginia. Suffice it to say there won’t be much in the way of updates to the tool chest build over the next week. In lieu of that, I offer you…

It’s starting to look like something

The Baby Anarchist’s Tool Chest is starting to really take shape. I know this because my wife keeps jokingly referring to it as “the toy box [I’m] building for the girls.” The lid has been sitting in a safe place as I made the battens for it and fit out the inside runners all out…