It must be a "rite of passage," for Norwegian males, much like First Communion or Bar Mitzvah or the driver's license or graduation from high school here in America--once a Norwegian lad has built a houseful of finely-crafted furniture, he joins the community of the adults.
Actually, not a bad thing; if I had a kid, I would rather he built furniture, than hang around with the wrong sorts of people, using drugs or getting girls in trouble.
These pictures are beautiful! Thanks.