Our first foray into building things. Ignoring familiar toys, we use wood, hammer, and nails in the front yard at “the old house” on Spotswood. Although rudimentary and a bit crude, we are hooked on working with our hands.
Our parents stop at each and every antique store and plant nursery between home and the beach. On the car ride home, we straddle plants and the mahogany table that still stands in the kitchen of our childhood home.
The April cover of Lynchburg Magazine features a photograph of us tending our parents' garden, open during Historic Virginia Garden Week.
We spend the summer as truck farmers at Lone Jack, our family farm. Raising 2 1/2 acres of Silver Queen corn and 350 tomato plants, weathering drought and battling aphids, we find getting our hands dirty very appealing.
A tour of Royal Botanic Garden Edinburgh in Scotland marks our 100th family visit to plant nursery and garden. Our parents had a knack for finding any and all within a 50-mile radius.
We found McKinnon and Harris to create our enduring outdoor furniture in opposition to the disposable mentality of most garden furniture. We base our first designs — Gothic, Keswick, and Chinoiserie, on traditional English garden furniture.
To keep up with demand, our workshop adds a late night shift for nocturnal loving artisans. Meanwhile on the sunny West Coast we open our West Hollywood showroom on La Cienega.
In classic David versus Goliath fashion, our original duVal collection is knocked-off by a soulless conglomerate. Thankfully, our customers discern the difference between the McKinnon and Harris authentic and its imposter.
We move our workshop to a renovated historic space filled with natural light. Our new space can encompass EC², our revolutionary coating technology and a game changer in the world of performance furniture for the exterior.