Instead of calling myself a woodworker, I am now considering the title "outsider artist."
Now before you stop reading this entry and resume watching videos of funny monkeys, hear me out for a bit. Whenever I'm at a dinner party with strangers and they find out I'm a woodworker, there is usually one of two reactions.
1. They ask if I could please come over to their house this weekend to build them a new closet, kitchen island, deck or addition to their home.
2. They ask if I enjoy my job at the mall scrollsawing letters all day to make plaques for kids' rooms.
I have tried to explain how I design and build furniture, but I might as well be telling them that I make scented candles from reclaimed earwax. They don't understand why anyone would make something (furniture) that is so cheaply available from Ikea.