Kate Duncan is pretty straight forward. It shows through the clear and clean lines in her work, and even in sharing her story, she sticks to the elements of what works and what doesn't. She describes her woodworking background in plain terms. She started woodworking in her 7th grade shop class, and now works out... Continue Reading →
Danielle Rose Byrd is a woodcarver who enjoys making bowls, spoons, shrink pots and other utensils. Much like the craft of woodworking itself, there is a welcoming feel to Danielle's work. Aside from the obvious functionality of kitchenware as a sharing or serving piece, her work is comprehensible. Forms are crafted to please the eye... Continue Reading →
When asked, Meredith Hart will tell you she meandered into woodworking. Her background is in art and design, and after college she moved to Vermont to take classes at Yestermorrow Design/Build School. She just so happened to really love the ladder back chair and box making classes. Then, she applied to the North Bennet Street... Continue Reading →
Recently I received yet another inquiry asking if I could connect a business with a woman woodworker for a potential project. They found my information through my website, specifically my own Women of Woodworking project. It was a long shot for them to reach out but in the end, we were able to get them... Continue Reading →
Sing! Dance! Move! Get going, get living! There's music to be shared, Moves to be made. Smile, Laugh, Play! Life is too short, To waste another day.
Water running down, A brown dirt alleyway. I soak into the soil, And rise into the stems. I journey to the tip of a leaf, And fall back down to the ground. Running with the water again.
Soft little rosebuds smile with glee, There is no other that can make happy as he. His blue green eyes, light brown hair, His cheek are his father's, and so cute, it's not fair. How did I manage to become so blessed? Especially after horrid moments left me without rest. I knew his name, I... Continue Reading →
Pop, sizzle, fry, Thud, slice, chop, It is one of the few things, That can reach all your senses. Sometimes it satisfies, Sometimes it's sickens, Sometimes, there's not enough. It can portray a personality, Character, and culture. It can create wars, Or ties that bind. Sitting down, standing up, With your fingers or a fork,... Continue Reading →
I need a break Just one day I promise I won't be far away. Time to recharge, I'll think of what to say, I can't help but write for you anyway.
