I was hooked on woodworking as a lad in the 1960’s, my junior-high shop classes sealed the deal for me. I have always had a workshop of some kind, and apprenticed in architectural interiors when I started working for a living. When this was my vocation, I dabbled in antiques also, specializing in oak furniture which by the ‘70s had generally fallen out of favor with new households. This type of furniture was coming onto the market in droves at the time, in favor of the emerging fiberboard crap that everyone wanted! I’d go to auctions and buy large quantities of the so-called ‘Golden Oak’ era furniture, which by the time I’d purchase them, were in sad shape. Often there would be half a dozen coats of that hideous alkyd enamel in all those horrid colors, the industrial greens, MaryKay pinks and sickly french vanillas. I’d strip them, break any weak joints and re-set them, re-fabricate missing parts, and whatever else needed attention. It became obvious to me that I should be buying the really sorry looking pieces that needed fabrications, since these were usually never bid on by auction attendees. Chests of drawers, for example, often had blown-out drawer bottoms. An easy fix! But people did not want to spare the time on anything less than house-ready. So I’d get them cheep, and found it quite rewarding to restore the unwanted items. I then would bring these restored pieces to the outdoor antique shows and did quite well, sometimes selling my work to the auctioneers that sold me the unrestored pieces in the first place! And now, folks, the market has again changed. The antique shows barely exist anywhere anymore, the interest in Golden Oak has passed, except for a few diehards like myself. The money came from the age 50-plus people back in the 70’s and 1980’s who had a frame of reference: “My mother/grandmother/uncle or whoever, had a bookcase like this, I want it” but those people who made my clientele are either dead now, or too old to bother with collectible furniture as they knew it. Oh, well, my niche is gone! So I just do the occaisional piece that strikes my fancy.
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