I can’t believe how important my shop is to me. I call it a workshop not a wood shop, I am always out there doing something, fixing, building, and thinking. its been called an unorganized mess, whatever! maybe so but its my mess, as long as there is a place for my coffee and my old rocking chair I’m happy. every morning when I take the dog out to do her thing, I open the door and just smile, its my place.
-- I was going for that distressed look