gus3049
Established Member
Lets see..... I've been turning now for around two years.
When I started it all seemed pretty easy. You bung the wood on this metal thingy, poke it with some other metal thingies and then flog it to anyone who gets lucky.
I have just found a box of turnings from my early period, some of them had price stickers on the bottom.
If I had placed such a sticker on such a piece of work now, I would probably throw myself off the nearest very high place. There is one word that comes to mind. Its total c r a p. You could cut yourself on some of the finish, if such a word is applicable. How I thought that it could be worth any small sum from another persons stash, I can't imagine.
There is only one thing that makes me feel that I was right to carry on. Some of the shapes I achieved were very pretty. I had a play today to see if there was a way to rescue any of it. Out of about twenty lumps of roundish wood there were only two that stood any chance at all, the rest are back on the firewood pile from whence they probably came.
One sweet little holly bowl still had the socket on it and so I re-turned it and removed the socket (I do occasionally) and a totally wierd goblet was made out of what I think is spalted poplar, still had a useable spigot, even if it wasn't particularly round. It was only hollowed out about half way down. It is now a small pot.
I actually quite like them now.
Anyone else had this experience or did you all just fall into the excellence you all now display as if you were born to it?
When I started it all seemed pretty easy. You bung the wood on this metal thingy, poke it with some other metal thingies and then flog it to anyone who gets lucky.
I have just found a box of turnings from my early period, some of them had price stickers on the bottom.
If I had placed such a sticker on such a piece of work now, I would probably throw myself off the nearest very high place. There is one word that comes to mind. Its total c r a p. You could cut yourself on some of the finish, if such a word is applicable. How I thought that it could be worth any small sum from another persons stash, I can't imagine.
There is only one thing that makes me feel that I was right to carry on. Some of the shapes I achieved were very pretty. I had a play today to see if there was a way to rescue any of it. Out of about twenty lumps of roundish wood there were only two that stood any chance at all, the rest are back on the firewood pile from whence they probably came.
One sweet little holly bowl still had the socket on it and so I re-turned it and removed the socket (I do occasionally) and a totally wierd goblet was made out of what I think is spalted poplar, still had a useable spigot, even if it wasn't particularly round. It was only hollowed out about half way down. It is now a small pot.
I actually quite like them now.
Anyone else had this experience or did you all just fall into the excellence you all now display as if you were born to it?