Talkin’ ’Bout G-g-generations
As I approach my 60th birthday in a few months, I’ve come to terms with an undeniable truth: I’m not going to live forever. But thanks to the gifts I’ve built, I have no intention of being forgotten after the shop lights go out for the last time. Over the years, you’ve heard me harp on how handmade gifts truly come from the heart. I’ve preached about building projects with provenance, using wood with a back story. And, I’ve serially suggested “signing” your work in a discreet way so that, generations from now, your descendants will know it came from your hands, not those of some anonymous factory worker. Frankly, that’s the nut of why we make furniture and gifts, isn’t it? It’s certainly faster—and often cheaper—to slap down a credit card…