The under-stair cupboard we built by hand on a long weekend.
Under-stair voids are sold as wasted space because nobody bothers to fit them. A weekend of careful joinery later, ours holds a vacuum, a to…
Read the piece
Under-stair voids are sold as wasted space because nobody bothers to fit them. A weekend of careful joinery later, ours holds a vacuum, a to…
Read the piece
Our bathroom needed a renovation we could not afford. We re-grouted instead. One Saturday, fifteen euros, and the room looks five years youn…
Read the piece
We had three short pieces of oak in the off-cut bin and a Saturday with no plans. By dinner the tray was glued. By morning it was carrying c…
Read the piece
A neighbour was throwing out an oak plank with a long crack. We took it. By Saturday morning it was a side table that the cat preferred over…
Read the piece
We needed a place for the spices that did not look like a place for the spices. One plank of European beech, a Saturday's worth of dovetails…
Read the pieceThe side table had a loose rear leg when we moved in: the kind of wobble you ignore until a glass tips and your plants nearly follow. We re-…
Read the pieceThere was a pile of toast crumbs on the bench when I sharpened the chisel. The 25mm blade lay flat, dull from a year of scraping paint and o…
Read the pieceThe sideboard arrived sticky under the palms of our hands and leaning on a prayer. Over two afternoons we re-glued failing joints, cleaned a…
Read the pieceA short field report from one weekday and three coats.
Read the pieceEvery cut, every joint, every mistake, including the second one.
Read the pieceWe use a few first-party cookies for the site to work and (only with your permission) for analytics and ad measurement. See our Cookie Policy.