For those of you who have never seen my first shop, here she is.
This is where I picked up the 20 pounds of saw dust that is still in my lungs today.
My Father started that doll house for my Mother and died before he could complete it. I took it home to my basement. (Indiana)
It took me a year to finish it. All the doors and windows open and close etc. The plaque reads "From a loving Husband and caring son."
My Dad made all of that furniture. I wish you could see it close up.
I also whacked the end of my thumb off on a 4" Dremel table saw making that floor. To this day I never take my eyes off a turning blade.