A brief history of the Davo Magazine Cover

Some of you may wonder, "What’s up with the Davo Magazine thing?"

Well, it's really simple in a convoluted way. Let me set the stage…

I had this great idea for building beds for my boys. Wendy asked all the questions about how much money we would save doing all the work ourselves and I told it the truth. Well, I tried to tell her the truth. I think I told her that it would cost at least 3 times what we could get the one at Costco for. I think it turned out to be about ten times! Well, you see, a project is always a great reason to buy tools. Unfortunately for my dad and I, we have a hard time settling for any over-the-counter solutions when it comes to shop setup.

In order to make the bed, I needed a router table. In order to have the router table I really wanted, I had to make it. And in order to really enjoy making it, I had to have my dad help me out. My dad and I love working projects together…

So after hours and hours of the phone connected to ear, connected to dad, connected to my credit card, connected to wood working show; I am the proud owner of this cool Freud router fence and Woodpecker lift… with nothing to attach them to.

Not a problem! Thanks to more woodworking shows and more money and a solid door salavaged from Southern California, I am doing as God intended. Making stuff!

Well, Camden’s bed went together nicely with the use of my dad, his router table, saws and clamps and I waited for additional money to buy additional parts at additional woodworking shows.

By the time I started assembly, my dad was once again in California and I was once again on the phone. I did my best to describe how well the table was turning out. But the phone wasn’t cutting the mustard.
It all started as innocent enough as taking a few digital pictures of the milestones I had made in setting up my dream router table. I had to get in real close to show my dad all the detail, ya know? Then I decided to throw on some text with arrows to point out specific details and it grew from there into a full-fledged magazine cover. Add a few inside jokes and vuallah!