This was my one major wood craft project that I undertook after buying a table saw and B.K. (before kids). The doors were the real challenge...inset panels, glued and grooved, routered, the whole nine yards. There's a certain amount of satisfaction to taking a pile of wood (even if it's a bunch of cheap pine boards) and turning it into functional and nominally attractive furniture. We all need the chance to see something we've accomplished to remind ourselves that we can hunker down and do something difficult and beautiful.
There was a time in history when practically everything in a person's home was made by them...or by someone they knew. Those days are long gone, but I think a home is richer when it contains at least something of one's own making. I'd rather have a more patched together miss-matched home that contains something of my family's DNA in it, than a perfectly designed home that looks like it all came out of a catalog.
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