Palomar College, 2011

Yep, that’s me. I may have been a little younger, a little thinner, a little less worldly and a lot less married, but my desire to create something is just as strong now as it was back then.

My days of woodworking can be traced back to the late ’80s building pinewood derby cars in Dad’s garage, but it was high school shop class where I started learning more about the intricacies of joining pieces of wood together to make something special. The fire was lit, but extinguished just as quickly as high school gave way to working, and working eventually gave way to college.

In 2010, as I was in a transition period between college and pursuing a career, I visited Dad in his shop, where he was turning pens on his new lathe. After he finished up, I decided to give it a go – and I was hooked instantly. The fire was back! I purchased a lathe a few months later, enrolled in classes at Palomar College, and was well on my way toward honing my craft.

It was around this time that Roberts Woodcrafts was born. I started this venture with the intention of operating it alongside my eventual career. Since then, my career has rapidly taken off, and has subsequently taken me all over the western half of the country. Although this has meant little free time for woodworking, I continued to steadily add to the shop with the expectation that I would be able to devote more time in the future.

Life has a funny way of going in circles – just as my career had taken me out of California, it has now brought me back, and put me in a position where I am able to devote more time to projects in the workshop. As such, I’ve given the site a fresh new look and jumped head-first back into the shop, experimenting with 5 years’ worth of ideas.

Life also has a funny way of being cruel – not long after my career took me away from the west coast, Dad’s health went downhill, and he passed in September of 2016. Dad was my biggest supporter as I found my way back into woodworking and created Roberts Woodcrafts, and not a day goes by where I don’t wish I could show him what I’m up to. Everything that comes out of the shop is dedicated to my Dad, Roger W. Roberts.

I can’t wait to show you what’s coming next…