“Tern-About” – a new (old) business.

Wednesday afternoons at 2.30pm was with Mr Jennings (Jake). It was one of the few classes that I actually enjoyed in Secondary School. I could handle all the other classes but this one I actually looked forward to. I was in the process of turning a fruit bowl for mum, Jake had given me a nice big lump of Mahogany and last week I mounted it on a face plate ready for turning this week.

Isn’t it strange how all these memories come back after all this time? I am talking about 1960 here and I can smell that Mahogany, and the glue pot bubbling away in the corner (no such thing as PVA in those days!).

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That was the last time I had anything to do with a lathe until last year, a gap of over fifty-five years! In the middle of last year, for some reason, I got the bug again; I saw an ad in Gumtree and ‘Bob’s your mothers’ brother’, I was the proud owner of a wood lathe. It was second-hand, cheap and nasty but it got me fired up and I’m on to my third lathe now: still cheap but not so nasty!

Of course, as soon as I acquired the lathe I had to make something with it and driving home I passed a trailer full of firewood sitting outside a neighbour’s house so I stopped, knocked and asked; they said yes (I did offer to pay them for it, but they refused.) and I arrived home with theĀ  lathe and a couple of lumps of hard Eucalypt (don’t ask me which one, I haven’t a clue) in the car.

As soon as I could I had the lathe set up on the back verandah and I was into it, chips and sawdust flying everywhere! I made two bowls from that first piece of firewood. one of them I still have, the other I gave to the people who allowed me to take their firewood in the first place.

Since then I have been busy creating and designing almost every day of the week (and the Boss is getting mightily sick of the mess on the back verandah!), once a month packing it all into my little car and taking it all to The Farms Market at Kilalea to sell. I don’t make a fortune but my name is getting to be known, as is my work.

Last month a young lady came up to the stall, picked up a bowl and said “I want to buy this please!” She had been at the market the previous month with her mother, who had remarked on the bowl, and she had come back just to buy the bowl for her mother! I managed to sell her another item as well so it turned out well for both of us.

I have been attending the market for close to a year now and while I have always managed to cover the rent each month, it is now starting to pay off. I also have an online presence but probably because my expertise in SEO is non-existent, I haven’t had any joy from that avenue just yet.

If you have an interest in wood-turning, make contact with me, drop me a comment, even if it’s to say you have no interest! If you would like to know more about turning, say so! If I can help I will.

 

What a Couple of Weeks!

 

You may remember some months ago our Queen, dear old Lizzie, complained that Britain had gone though an ‘annus horibillis‘. I think that is the Latin for a ‘bloody awful year!’

Well folks, I may not know the Latin for it but I, we, our family has just gone through a bloody awful couple of weeks.

It started out reasonably well, I had a good idea for this post, I mean the next post and I immediately went about trying to secure the copy I needed.

I had the idea of posting snippets from many respected people in the business of network, content and affiliate marketing, as to how they had been stuffed around, lied to or otherwise sold a pig in a poke by some of the “gurus”.

I proceeded to fire off emails to no less than twenty of the aforesaid respected people, requesting a short para or three regarding their experiences in this regard, if any. I received in return three “sorry but I’m too busy” which is understandable and expected.

Only one (ONE!) out of the remaining seventeen sent me anything at all and that was our own dear Jenny Jordan (Thanks again Jen!). That was the start of my bad couple of weeks.

You may remember that I spoke some time ago about my Dad’s 99th birthday. Five days before his 101st birthday, on June 21st 2016, he died. Apparently he’d had a fall sometime in the previous week, some sort of infection had set in and that was it!

And then a week later on June 28th at about 2.30pm, my son had a massive heart attack! Three of his arteries were blocked. Fortunately, I was working with him when it happened so I drove him to the Doctor’s surgery where they did what they could while waiting for an ambulance.

Three paramedics worked on him en route and on arrival he was taken straight into surgery where they installed two stints. (The third will come later I imagine.)

He’s out of hospital now, not allowed to drive for two weeks at least and not capable of doing much at all.

If he was an employee he would have been off work for at least two months but as a small-business man (effectively a one man operation) that option is not available.

As a consequence of that I am working pretty much full-time so as to take the load of him and allow his body to repair and rebuild.

I haven’t been able to maintain this blog over the past month because of these events ( I have been pretty busy!) but will be back on deck soon and will attempt to keep the flow going in the meantime.

More soon