Probably not the image that is going to sell many of my tables!

But I realised the other day that it’s at this stage I love the tables I make the most.
This absolute car crash of wood and resin that no one else could love.

But right now at this stage, I love it for its potential and the anticipation of the ‘creative process’, also known as me bumbling my way through it.

It already has its raw beauty, it just needs a little nudge here and there in the right place to become something someone else might love too.

And I love that from this point, the whole process of making the table can still go anywhere. I have an idea in my head what I want it to be, but it doesn’t always work out that way. Filing you all with confidence in my ability aren’t I?

Either through being braver than I am skilled, happy accidents, impatience, cautiousness, figuring it out as I go, sometimes even craft, from this point, wherever I do will make or break the table. Which is both scary and exciting, but it nearly always turns out better than I imagine. Which probably says something about my imagination.

When I finish a table it already feels like it’s someone else’s. When they’re like this and I know the care, (limited) skill, hard work, the often literal blood, sweat and tears I’m about to put into it, it’s this very moment in time of all the time I spend working with it that is the best part for me.