One room. One bench. One maker per piece.

The frame is the piece the eye never meets, and the one that decides everything. Our hardwood is specified, not sourced in catalog. Each board arrives at the shop with a moisture reading written in pencil on the end grain, because the reading — not the species — is the thing that matters. A board at six percent will sit still in a home for thirty years. A board at twelve will fight the room.

Joints are cut, fit dry, glued, and mechanically fastened. Corners take blocks. A frame is moved by two people because one cannot. It is stood on its end and leaned on before the first coil touches it. If it speaks, it goes back. If it holds, it moves forward, and by the time a customer sees it, it has already survived the harder tests we could give it.