I am the proud owner of an old wooden chair that belonged to my Grandma and Grandpa Grantham. It came from the corner of their old smoke house where it sat dilapidated, covered in dirt, boxes and mud-dobber nests. I, of course, loved it… Continue Reading “Slightly Steampunked”
I’ve had this guitar torn apart, stripped down, cobbled up and sitting in my studio for at least two years now. One way or another, I’m finishing it this weekend.