I say there is.
I’m Here, today, in fact, to present incontrovertible proof that there is, indeed, MONEY IN WOOD.
A-Five-Shekel Piece, one on each side, for a total of Ten Shekels
B-One thin Dime, American, used as a plug in one of my very first turnings.
C-On Five-Cent Piece, American.
D-One nuther Five-Cent Piece, American.
Then, there’s this. Three, four years ago, I built me a treasure chest. I had run out of the pickle jars I had used, for centuries, to empty my pocket change into. I shall build for me a treasure chest, with a coopered lid, good, safe locks, and mighty joints. I shall build it, in point of fact, in a very sturdy fashion, indeed.
A word about hinges, before I proceed:
Only a few days ago, I was bragging up the Barrel Hinge to one of my illustrious Buddies. My mighty Treasure Chest was constructed using barrel hinges. As I said, it was at least four years ago I built this treasure chest. Over that time, I had relocated it countless times. There are no handles on the chest. Instead (and, this was by design – to make it as unattractive a target as possible), I made the lid to overhang the ends of the box 1/4”. To pick it up, one must lift it by the tips of one’s fingers. It has lived here, in the Dungeon, all that time, way back, against the wall behind my table saw, buried by various things that landed on it, in addition to about two inches of dust, from said table saw. I had to get something else out from that netherworld today, so I decided to clean up the whole area, and relocate my Mighty Treasure Chest to another spot. I lifted it and moved it to this side of the saw, and set it down.
It was then that the idea came to me for this Forum Topic. I went in the house a fetched the items in the above photo. Then I turned around and lifted the chest to put it up on the workbench for a portrait.
Barrel hinges aren’t supposed to come out, once they’re installed. Alack and alas, out they did come.
But, as I described, she’s a good, sturdy, corn-fed box. There was no other damage. I re affixed the hinges (tightening them in much more tightly, this time – that little tiny spectacle screwdriver(?), one can only do so much), fetched my little Butler’s dust pan, and made myself familiar with the Dungeon floor. Exhibit B:
Don’t get excited. Those chains are simple costume bangles that someone inexplicably left on my woodpile, many moons ago.
None-the-worse, for having beed dropped. The Mighty Chest weighs, oh, a ton, mebees a ton-and-a-half. Oh yeah. There must be at least a hundred dollars in there.
I’m not just goofing around, here, goofy, though, I may be. There’s a point to all this. Let us continue.
If it’s not too much trouble, I should like to read stories, with photos, when possible, of my Buddies’ successes in the sale of their works. My thoughts go to three categories:
1) Your very first sale.
B) Your most lucrative sale.
Also) Your most satisfying sale.
(Amounts received are not required, but may add to the interest of your story, inasmuch as being able to make comparisons between the three – one doesn’t necessarily mean the other.)
You may well note that the items in this treatise are still in my possession. So, they don’t count, in any case. I will begin forthwith, in the comment section, below, with my own example.
Please join me. There could be some excellent schooling to be had in this, for many of us.