Over The Workbench

This year’s tax returns for all of us are going to be … interesting.

I’ve never made a full-sized, functional prototype before. Until now.

My wife calls it “your new toy,” but I know it’s a serious tool. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Hello, and welcome to another edition of “Woodshop Inefficiency Caused by Stupid Procrastination!”

I finally bought something I’ve been wanted for years: a router lift for my router table.

As concerned as I already was about the Emerald Ash Borer, you just don’t really feel the impact until it touches you personally.

Accuracy is essential for woodworking. But there’s also such a thing as too much accuracy.

If you had to guess, what would you say is the one thing about woodworking I don’t like?

I got extremely lucky with my shop heating issue, and hopefully what I ended up doing will be helpful to some of you, too.

I gotta do something about the temperature of my shop.

It’s holiday time. Know how you can tell? Well, if you’re a normal person, clues are obvious.

I love big, involved projects, but the smaller ones around this time of year are often the most rewarding.

After more than three years, I’ve finally unpacked the last boxes leftover from our move. And there were a few surprises.

Sometimes, the hardest part of making a wooden reproduction isn’t the woodworking.

There are multiple ways to achieve a single result, and in woodworking that means favoring one method while others go unused.

Here’s another one you can add to my list of bad woodshop habits.

Build it permanent, or make movable? Sometimes the answer isn’t clear.

Few things are worse than really being on a roll in your woodshop, and having to come to a grinding halt to wait for something.

My long-distance table repair project turned out fine, despite my diagnosis not being quite on the money.

Nothing feels better at the end of a woodworking day than a sense of accomplishment.

Of all the shop habits I wish I could change, there’s one that leads the rest.

Diagnosing a wobbly table is a cinch. Unless, of course, that table happens to be 175 miles away.

I’m a pretty gregarious guy when it comes to shop sharing. But I do have a few rules.