06/06/2026
After a week of cricket tables, a few people have asked which one is my favourite.
The honest answer is that I try not to think about it too much. Furniture makers are supposed to sell things, not adopt them.
What I do think about is ownership. Or perhaps more accurately, the illusion of ownership.
Most of the old furniture I admire has already outlived several owners. Some pieces have survived wars, house moves, changing fashions and the occasional enthusiastic amateur repair. Long after the makers and owners disappeared, the furniture simply carried on.
When you buy a handmade piece, you’re not really buying ownership in the absolute sense. You’re buying custodianship. You get to look after it for a while, use it, enjoy it, spill tea on it, tell visitors where it came from and perhaps kick the feet a few times as generations before you have done.
Then one day it moves on to someone else.
With any luck, these tables will still be doing their job long after both maker and current custodian have shuffled off this mortal coil.
Of course, there is another option. You could do what I did and make your own. There happens to be a book I can recommend that might help.
Or, if you’d prefer to fast-track the experience, I’ll be teaching cricket table making in August and in October.
Al this is a slightly roundabout way of saying that a few cricket tables are looking for their next custodian.
If you’d like to apply for the position, send me a message.