My parents moved into their dream house just as I was going through a divorce. For my dad, the highlight of his new house was going to be a basement woodworking shop. He generously postponed that dream so that I could move back home (“home” being where my parents were) for several months until I got my life back on track.
Nine years later, the basement I once shared with my three cats looks like this:
Dad creates some stunning furniture and treasures in his shop. Recently he focused on box-making and treated me to this:
Notice the dove-tail joints, felt lining, and secret bottom compartment.
I love it. Thank you, Dad. For all you do.