My spouse made myself and others handmade furniture.
My son went to a technical school when he was in high school. I thought it was just a way to get away from a lot of homework plus standing in boring classes. I was surprised to find out that he was unquestionably reading a trade that would supply him a career when he graduated. When I thought of woodworking, I pictured the cutesy wood burnt carvings you saw outside of houses, or small trinket boxes. I never thought he would be a craftsman of fine handmade furniture. During his last year of school, he had to have a project for his final grade. He spent the entire year working on his project, plus he never talked about it. I knew he was working part-time so he could afford to do his project. I had seen some of the handmade projects he had done in the last more than 2 years, plus I was impressed. He made a river dining table for my sibling, 1 year. The following year he made an oak rocking chair for his Grandmother. The project he was doing this year had to be something amazing. I was sure that he had a future in creating handmade furniture, after he graduated. About a month before graduation, he was coming apartment at evening smelling love wood stains. I asked my spouse what project he was working on, plus he told myself and others it was a surprise that he wanted to show myself and others on his own, and the week before graduation, the parents were invited to a showing of the final projects. I was shocked to see that my son had made myself and others a handmade curly maple Pepsi table plus matching rocking chair for my living room. I embarrassed him when I cried in front of the instructor.