I remember standing in the dust-mote sunlight of my grandfather’s old workshop, watching him carefully carve a hidden compartment into…

I remember standing in the middle of a client’s living room last autumn, surrounded by stunning mid-century pieces and a…

I remember sitting in my grandfather’s workshop, the air thick with the scent of cedar shavings and beeswax, watching him…

I remember sitting on the floor of my grandfather’s dusty workshop, the scent of aged cedar and linseed oil hanging…

I remember sitting in my grandfather’s workshop, the air thick with the scent of cedar shavings and linseed oil, watching…

I remember standing in a tiny, sun-drenched cottage in the countryside last autumn, trying to prep a simple rosemary focaccia…

I remember standing in the cellar of a 1920s Craftsman I was restoring last autumn, clutching a piece of mid-century…

I remember sitting on the dusty floor of a 1920s Craftsman bungalow last autumn, my fingers tracing the uneven grain…

I remember sitting in a stunning Victorian parlor I was restoring last autumn—a room with gorgeous crown molding and hand-carved…

As I sit amidst my latest restoration project, a vintage crib I’ve lovingly named Napoleon, I’m reminded of the countless…