04/20/2026
The door you touch twice a day.
On the way out. On the way home.
It should be beautiful. It should be solid. It should feel like yours.
This is the story of a door I named Little Miss.
She was tired when she arrived at my shop.
This is her after weeks in my shop. Every spindle, every carving, every piece of hardware handled with respect for the craftsman who made it originally.
This is her now, at home in Utah. She belongs there.
Her story is personal to me. The door is named Little Miss in memory of my mother. As a child I watched Little House on the Prairie with my mom. My mother was killed in 1982. This door brought back sweet memories of time spent with my mother, but now Little Miss can make new memories with her new home and family.
Before Little Miss was finished, a woman in Utah claimed her. She was sick. Might have been dying. She didn’t care how long it took. She just wanted Little Miss.
Your door has a story too. Maybe you know it. Maybe we’ll find it together.
When you trust me to restore it, you’re letting me into your daily life. You’ll see my work every morning. You’ll come home to it every night. I honor that trust on every job.
That’s my promise to you.
Ready to start your door’s next chapter? Contact me.
