




Walk it with me. You'll see the whole shop.
There's no crew here and no machine turning out a thousand of the same thing. There's a shed, a bench, and me — measuring twice before I cut once.
My dad was a carpenter twenty-five years, and his dad before him. My daughter's out at the bench with me now. Three generations, going on four.
Read the whole storyBig shops run a thousand of something and hope. I build what's on the list, so there's no pile of unsold stock heading for a dumpster. Offcuts get used — the cut-off from one swing arm becomes the brace on the next.
A good bit of my lumber is reclaimed — pallet wood and old barn boards when I can get them and they're sound. I won't tell you it's everything I use, because it isn't. Some pieces need new cedar to last outside.
Where the wood comes fromEvery measurement on this plate is mine — board lengths, arm-rest heights, the little right-triangle braces in the corners. I work it out before I cut, which is why the second one matches the first.
These I keep on hand, or built and waiting on finish. Order one and you're waiting on me to sand it, stain it and box it — not six weeks.



Bigger furniture, a sign for the farm, something you've had in your head for years. Message me and we'll figure it out — I'll draw it first, so you know what you're getting before I cut.

If you saw something you want, or something you want made, I'm the one who answers.