My grandfather built his house not far away from his mother's log home. When she died, he converted hers into a wood workshop. I remember going there as a child; the place seemed like another world to me. Inside, there were stacks and stacks of tools, some big, some small, and you could always smell warm and earthy scents. A birch chair in one corner, an almost finished oak table in the other. It was so peaceful.

It had been a while since I immersed myself into these memories, but as soon as I saw the subreddit r/WoodWorking, they all came rushing back to me.

This online community is dedicated to "furniture, toys, tools, wood, glue, and anything else that has to do with woodworking as a hobby or profession," and I have to say, its members are really, really skilled. Not as much as my gra

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