One of my earliest pieces: a coffee table for my daughter, crafted from Kameeldoring wood… aka nature’s way of saying, “good luck, buddy.” This stuff is so hard it probably laughs at power tools. I’m pretty sure my tools are still in therapy after that project.
Safe to say, I won’t be volunteering to work with that wood again—unless I suddenly develop superhuman strength or a personal grudge against my equipment. But hey, after all the struggle, sweat, and mild emotional damage… my daughter loves it, so I guess it was worth it 😄
I noticed the struggle and sweat, but the end product looked magnificent, all worth it👌💪🥂
