I was standing in my workshop last Tuesday, staring at a walnut chair leg that had just cost me three days of labor and a very expensive piece of timber,…

I have a shelf in my studio dedicated entirely to the “almosts”—the prototypes that died because a material was too precious or a joint was too complex for the client’s…

I was staring at a pile of rejected walnut scraps in my studio last Tuesday, thinking about a chair I built for a client’s toddler five years ago. The industry…

I was sitting on a milk crate last Tuesday, surrounded by a sea of bubble wrap and the smell of stale cardboard, staring at a sideboard that I had spent…

I was staring at a pile of sawdust and three different types of failed cam-lock connectors last Tuesday, thinking about a prototype I scrapped back in ’08. Most design manuals…

I have a shelf in the back of my studio filled with what I call “the ghosts”—half-finished joints, botched laminations, and chair legs that were too thin to hold a…

I have a shelf in my studio dedicated entirely to the “ghosts”—those rejected prototypes that almost made it to the showroom floor. Last Tuesday, I was staring at a prototype…

I can still smell the burnt linseed oil and the sharp, ozone tang of the grinder from that Tuesday in 2004. I was hunched over a workbench, staring at a…

I was staring at a slab of walnut and a piece of white oak last Tuesday, wondering why the hell I was still second-guessing a connection I’ve made a thousand…

I spent the better part of last Tuesday staring at a slab of white oak that looked, quite frankly, like a mistake. I had spent three weeks obsessing over a…