I specifically remember borrowing my friend’s truck, driving to Paxton Lumber and loading up the cherry lumber and cherry plywood. Seven years later, nearly to the day, I screwed down the top, stood back and admired my handwork for the first time. The design evolved, life evolved, and more importantly, I evolved.
I wouldn’t have gotten here without my social media friends, my Cincinnati friends, or my woodworking peeps in Cleveland. Thank you all for your help and encouragement. To best capture the beauty of this piece, I solicited a photographer neighbor who takes great family portraits and knows her stuff. She gave me some lessons and took many of the shots in the gallery below. If you’re in the area and need a photographer, please check out Rachael from Blue Teapot Photography.
This marks my proudest woodworking moment. We’ve been living with dresser for a few weeks now. I revel in pride each time I read bedtime stories or put away my daughter’s clothes. I couldn’t be happier.