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The Beauty and Mess of Custom Woodworking

So, I was sitting on my porch the other day, sipping on some coffee that might’ve been a tad too strong (I don’t mind, really—just makes the morning a bit more… exciting, I guess?), and I started thinking about how I’ve gotten here with woodworking. You know, it hits you sometimes, how much you’ve learned through trial and error—and boy, have I made my fair share of mistakes.

I remember the first time I tried to build a custom bench for my backyard. I was just trying to do something nice for myself and maybe show off a little to the neighbors. I had this vision in my head: a lovely, sturdy bench made from cedar, you know? Cedar smells amazing when you work with it, and I thought it’d be a lovely touch. So, with a bag of nails, some screws I may or may not have borrowed from my dad’s toolbox—I’m still not sure he knows— and my trusty old miter saw, I started my venture into the world of custom woodworking.

Well, let me tell you, I was flying high after that first cut. Sawdust everywhere, the smell of fresh wood wafting through the air—it’s downright euphoric. But soon enough, reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I got so caught up in making it look perfect that I kind of forgot about the whole ‘measure twice, cut once’ thing. I had this moment—after screwing together parts that didn’t quite fit—where I stood there, with my hands on my hips, wondering if I should just give up and stick to buying things from IKEA. I mean, how hard could it be to just buy something, right? (Turns out, pretty hard for me, but that’s a different story.)

After a couple of deep breaths (and a few more cups of coffee, let me tell you), I decided to forge ahead. I took a step back and looked at my mess of a project, and it struck me: every scratch and miscut told a story. Honestly, there was something kind of beautiful about it. I ended up embracing the imperfections and, well, that bench became a testament to all the chaos in my life—the friends who visited, the laughter we had, and the moments spent just sitting out there, taking in the sights of our little town.

Not to brag, but when I finally finished the bench—complete with a sanded finish that felt like a baby’s bottom (not that I’ve ever felt a baby’s bottom, but you get what I mean)—I was proud. I realized that the journey, the mess ups, and the late-night snacks fueled by nervous energy and questionable decisions, had actually shaped something pretty great.

Now, I can’t tell you every project turned out like that. There was the time I decided to build a bookshelf out of oak—all sturdy and sophisticated, right? Well, I went all in on some fancy wood glue, thinking I was going to create a masterpiece. But, as I applied pressure to hold pieces together, I accidentally squeezed way too much glue out. It dripped everywhere. I almost laughed, except it was past midnight, and I was just kinda mad at myself. I spent what felt like hours cleaning up that sticky mess, regretting my decisions while cursing my own excitement. Just another lesson learned: sometimes, less is definitely more.

When it finally came together, though, and that bookshelf stood tall, it felt like I’d scaled a mountain. I laughed out loud when I stacked my favorite books—my prized novels from high school peppered with doodles and dog ears—and they fit perfectly. It was at that moment that I understood this whole custom woodworking gig wasn’t just about the products. It was about the connections, the memories, and maybe even a little pain every now and then.

And, man, if I could’ve had coffee with someone who knew better back when I started, just to say, “Hey, it’s okay to mess up," it would have made a world of difference. If you think there’s something in you that wants to dive into woodworking, just go for it! Don’t be scared to get your hands a little dirty, or, you know, make a few gluey mistakes.

That’s how we grow, isn’t it? Through all of the mishaps and the high hopes we put in our projects. Get the tools—your dad’s saw works just fine, trust me—and try a thing or two. One day you’ll look back and smile at the funny stories you’ll have gained from each little project. Because at the end of the day, it’s not about perfection or getting it just right—it’s about the journey. So grab that coffee, embrace the chaos, and build something that’s uniquely yours. You got this!