ceci n’est pas une établi

There’s a lot to be said about the French workbench, and in fact, a lot has been said about that bench, You know the one. Don’t make me say it. Ok, Roubo. Well, at least the bench that trades under his name. Yesterday I mentioned that my next large scale project was going to be building…

Something to build on.

About a year ago I got it into my head that I wanted to get back into woodworking in earnest. I had, for a time, been working ad hoc in my shed one small project at a time. The table saw was sometimes a work table, the router sat in a box in the corner….

fretting over details

I’ve sort of put the guitar on hold again over the past few weeks as I am wont to do when I accomplish some significant task and want to take a breath before I start the next one. I’ve filled the space with a few Christmas presents I wanted to make for family and friends,…

what’s the difference?

Several days ago I posted a picture on instagram that elicited a few surprising (and passionate) responses. It was a simple black and white still of a Stanley Bailey no.4 sitting next to a no.3 I posted it as an informal straw poll to see which one people generally used or liked better. I was surprised…

here’s a thing I’m excited about…

Here’s a project I’m very excited about and it’s not even my own: If you’re even remotely interested in history and woodworking and you’re not following Josh’s work, well, you’re missing out. I’m not sure exactly how I came across his blog. It may have been something to do with his research on Jonathan Fisher….

Addition and subtraction

Last Saturday at the Lie-Nielsen hand tool event, the one conversation I most enjoyed having with others started something like this: “So, I guess it all started for me when I found a dusty old Bailey no. 5 sitting in an antiques store…” It seemed like almost everyone there had their version of that same…

a visit to the candy store

A month ago, a postcard came in the mail. I squealed like a teenage girl at the mailbox, but then tried to look uninterested by the time I brought it in the house. It was an invitation to a Lie-Nielsen Hand Toll Event taking place in what was formerly (practically) my backyard, Durham, NC. I…