The Tea Shop
A real room with real chairs, loose leaf, and no rush. Planning stage: sourcing, numbers, what the space would actually feel like to sit in.
Further along in my head than on paper. That's the next step.
Everything I'm chasing, listed honestly. Some are half-built, some are just a sentence I can't shake. Nothing here pretends to be finished — the stage is part of the entry.
A real room with real chairs, loose leaf, and no rush. Planning stage: sourcing, numbers, what the space would actually feel like to sit in.
Further along in my head than on paper. That's the next step.
Hand-cut, hand-stitched pieces. Wallets and sheaths first, then bigger things once the stitching stops embarrassing me.
Actively making. Some of it is genuinely good now.
The original reason I got into software. Now open to being cardboard instead of code — dice, cards, a table, people in the room.
One core mechanic works. Everything around it is still a guess.
Essays and fragments, mostly about making things and the cost of not making them. Some of it will end up here.
Plenty of drafts. Very little published. Working on that.
Recordings allowed to be unfinished. Noise kept in on purpose, mistakes left where they landed.
Mostly gear plugged in and idle. Needs an hour, not a plan.
Small tools built for my own workflow instead of someone else's roadmap. This site is the first one.
It exists, so technically it counts.
This list grows and gets rearranged. Things move stages. Some get crossed out — that's allowed too.