Man, you're telling me. I made this ashtray that was so off-center it looked like a sad pancake. My buddy still calls it "the abstract piece" to mock me. Now I marver like my life depends on it. That stupid thing sits on my bench as a permanent reminder.

Checked their site for visitor days before I went, found out they change by season. The museum next door had some cool woodworking stuff too, almost missed it.