Crafty Craftsman

In late October of last year, as the leaves fell and the weather cooled to perfect outdoor working conditions, I decided that it was time to take my enjoyment of manual labor (albeit privileged) to the next level, to realize its full potential in the art of woodworking. It seemed to be a perfect fit, requiring an ideal combination of precision, power tools, creativity and general manliness. There could be no better venue for my urge to build and create (I realize that there's probably a humdinger of a metaphor in here somewhere).

And now, thanks to the overly generous gift-giving of my parents and the help of a friend, this dream is finally beginning to take shape. I began my first project this weekend, a bookshelf for my mom. It's simple enough and should be a good venture for me to cut my teeth on. I'll need every bit of preparation I can get for my much more ambitious second project: a cradle for our firstborn child, scheduled to arrive July 25th. A labor of love, indeed.

I have the plans, materials, tools and the desire. Now it's just a matter of finding the time. Pictures and updates to follow, you can be sure.