We all know the story about the shoemaker whose kids go to school with holes in their soles. I live with the other kind of shoemaker, the one so jacked with creativity that each kid can’t close the closet door because their shoes are spilling out. If I mention to my honey, Steve Heller, that I want a new light in the living room, he’ll head to his shop (Fabulous Furniture in Boiceville, NY) and confer with his creative-partner-in-crime, Mike Karpf. For days they’ll gather parts and within a few weeks they’ll present me six options to choose from. During…
