The Shortcut That Costs More
I was staring at a pile of rejected walnut joinery last Tuesday—the kind of scrap that usually ends up as kindling—and it hit me how much we lie to ourselves…
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I was staring at a pile of rejected walnut joinery last Tuesday—the kind of scrap that usually ends up as kindling—and it hit me how much we lie to ourselves…
Read moreI was staring at a piece of walnut last Tuesday, my chisel hovering just a fraction of a millimeter above the grain, wondering if I’d actually ruined the entire panel.…
Read moreI was standing over my workbench three years ago, staring at a piece of walnut that cost more than my first car, paralyzed by the fear of a single shaving.…
Read moreI have a shelf in my studio dedicated entirely to the “failures”—the joints that were too fussy, the wood species that wouldn’t hold a grain, and the silhouettes that looked…
Read moreI was looking at a pile of discarded walnut joinery in the corner of my studio yesterday—a graveyard of “almosts” that I refuse to throw away—and it hit me how…
Read moreI was standing in a client’s living room last Tuesday, watching a junior designer pull out a laser measure and a digital tablet as if they were performing surgery. It’s…
Read moreI remember sitting in a drafty studio in 2004, staring at a client who wanted a chair that “felt like a cloud” but cost less than a decent slab of…
Read moreI was staring at a stack of rejected walnut joinery prototypes last Tuesday—the ones where the tenon was just a hair too proud—when it hit me how much we lie…
Read moreI have a shelf in my studio that most designers would call a graveyard. It’s filled with bent plywood, misaligned joinery, and chair legs that are three millimeters too short.…
Read moreI was staring at a stack of rejected walnut joinery in the corner of my studio—each piece tagged with a handwritten note about a failed angle or a miscalculated tolerance—when…
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