Value

Imagine cracking open the door to a forgotten farmhouse attic.  Dust & cobwebs cover abandoned treasures.  Maybe forgotten, maybe not, but entombed all the same.  An autoharp in one corner, spotlit by a filtered beam of light.  Next to it, a tiny tin box protecting an antique bone tatting shuttle.  Both now live in our home, each holds its own place of honor…monetarily worthless.  My grandmother taught me a few simple chords on the autoharp which will never hold a tuning and she showed me how use the tatting shuttle to tat lace on my finger tips of which countless yards of cotton thread have since been knotted into gifts for friends and family.  Those two abandoned treasures are priceless to me.

Enter our workshop & studio…bringing life to worn forgotten relics of everyday life.  Tools from a master’s woodshed.  Discarded masts and spars, blocks & tackle from sailboats that voyaged wind and waves.  Seaport pilings or forested timbers washed ashore as weathered wood.  We listen to found treasures that had their own stories, and strive to give them a new voice , adding another chapter to their existence.

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