Reminds me of a large custom tool chest my grandfather had made long before I was born. It had about 5 levels of trays. About 4 or 5 trays on each level. On each level there was an open space, the width of a tray. You slid the trays side to side, and that way you could reach the tools on each separate level, including the bottom of the chest. The thing was packed with tools, many of them antiques even then, but you could easily get to any tool in the chest.
One of the few things I am bitter about. I was always told I would get the chest, and all the tools in it. He died while I was in Germany. And the family sold everything in the chest, including about a dozen custom wooden planes, of all types, for $1 each, even then they should have sold for at least $25 each. I learned about it long after the fact. I got absolutely zip. The only part even mildly pleasing to me was the fact that they got nowhere near the actual value. Even then there were at least $1,000 worth of tools, probably well over $10,000 today. They got something like $100 for the whole thing.
"It ain't what you're told, it's what you know." - Granny Weatherwax
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Some days, the supply of available curse words is insufficient to meet my demands.
.....Call me a craftsman, artisan, or artistic, and I will accept that. Call me an artist and you will likely get a quite rude comment in return. I am not a @#$%ing artist.