Walk into any big-box store and you’ll find furniture that looks fine on the showroom floor and falls apart in five years. Particle board. Glue. Veneer over who-knows-what. It’s built to be replaced.
I don’t build that way. I never have.
When I build a table, it’s solid wood with real joinery — mortise and tenon, dovetails, the joints that have held furniture together for centuries. No screws hiding behind plastic caps. No cam locks. Just wood, cut right, fitted tight, and finished to last longer than I will.
I’ve built church pulpits that’ll preach from for generations. A Stickley-style library table that’ll outlive everyone who sits at it. Vanities converted from wine cabinets, room dividers, pieces that become part of a family’s story.
That’s the difference between furniture you buy and furniture you inherit.
If you want something built to last — something your grandkids will fight over — bring me the idea. Even if it’s just a rough sketch on a napkin. I’ll tell you straight what it’ll take.