My love for WoodWorking

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Growing up in Tremblant, Quebec in a square log home my parents built the year I was born to a carpenter dad and my mom with a successful wood craft business, it was only a natural that we learnt to wood work. From an early age I remember getting my own wood working tool box, with real wood tools (no plastic tools back then!) just smaller sized.  As we grew up and when your parents build your own home, there is always finishing and building to be done. Our workshop was just off our living room and spent many hours using the bandsaw, everything from cutting out decorations to cutting a frozen pizza in half when we were teenagers. 

Many years later at the age of 39 I got a Bandsaw for my birthday, I have started cutting out decorations again and the love was still there.  There is something about the smell of sawdust & being  in the workshop.