A Little Scribble, A Lifetime of Love: Why Some Marks Mean More Than the Crown Jewels You know, there are some days in the workshop when a package arrives, and it feels a bit like Christmas morning. Not because there’s a brand-new tool inside – though a shiny new polisher does give me a real buzz, I won't lie – but because of the stories nestled within the orders. Just the other week, we received a rather crumpled, very old birthday card, sent by a grandma to her granddaughter years ago. On it, a wobbly, heartfelt message, the sort only a grandma could write, was scribbled in fading ink. The r...
