WOODWORKING

It all started with a third-grade art project. 

My dziadzi [Polish for grandfather] was an incredibly talented woodworker. My childhood home is filled with many examples of his talent and creativity, from an intricate dollhouse to an enormous grandfather clock. 

The first thing I remember making with him? A wooden puppet for my third-grade art project. He cut and shaped the wood. I painted on the clown face. 

I’ll spare you the photos, but let’s just say it looked very, very creepy.

I’ve since {mostly} gotten over this traumatic start and embarked on a few amateur woodworking projects of my own. 

So far, I’ve 

→ Refinished a coffee table I bought for $20 on Craigslist.

→ And created cutting boards out of extra planks of wood that I found in dziadzi’s basement (the best part was getting to use his band saw)

While I’m definitely still learning, I like to think my work has improved since the creepy clown puppet.