I asked for comments regarding opinions on the Tri-Metal Touring Pocket Case. (Yes - the name in intentionally pretentious -
I also asked for comments, regarding this question: "Well - what would you like to see me make, based upon what you've watched me do for the last 18 years). We will agree that first and foremost - everybody would like to see their biggest projects all completed and wiped from the ledger. First, let's please get me thru settlement of the house that's ruined the entire plan of moving and simplifying.
Sal gave it some serious thought, and came up with good comments and observations. The one that stuck out most, was that the entire matter is market driven. Interesting pcs. may be cost prohibitive. Bingo.
When the millstone of the Maryland house lingered on, and on - it became quite obvious that I needed to ditch the remainder of moving, ditch the remainder of preparing the Md. property, ditch the idea of completing BPS - and just get to work with what was set up. Make some "stuff", and sell it.
The whole matter of timing on the "ditching" was a subjective matter. Because, from day one ... there were those solidly into the "ditch it" category - no matter the entire rest of the plan hinged upon the equity in the property. Part of said play being, have something to live off of while clearing the ledger accounts up. I've also had many conversations about the method of moving. Why didn't we just have everything trucked down here. Thumbnail: Could not get a tractor trailer thru the alley network to BPN. Could not palletize and store BPN "within" BPN. Could not load what we could not palletize without the loading dock and forklift we did not have, onto the trucks that could not get to BPN. Could not pay far more then BPN was worth to move it.
So; now we are back to work. What to make and sell? To whom do we sell it? I strongly suspect that most readers have hardly a clue of my history. Previous Knifemaker's Guild Member, American Bladesmith's Society Certified Master Bladesmith - I worked from 1974 thru 1991 as a full time Custom Knifemaker. I sold my work worldwide. There were many years, during the late 80's thru the 90's - that I rarely sold anything in the United States. My work went into collections, around the globe. I won dozens of awards. Many first of Show and Best of Show Awards. I racked up about 1,300 serial numbered handmade custom knives. And then, a series of events made me decide to do something else.
If you were to get into the hobby of collecting left handed coffee mugs, with hand painted decorations created by 98 year old right handed mug makers ...... you would find that the entire hobby was riddled with politics. In short - "everything" is riddled with politics. I got tired of it. I bought a Seafood Restaurant. Steamed Crabs, Steamed Shrimp, Cream of Crab Bisque ... none better. We even had a Saturday evening excursion on a Steam Locomotive which stopped right out front - and picked up Customers at our Whistlestop. Food and Dance on the Train, headed up into Cumberland, Maryland. And .... we hated it. Employees stole you blind. We had either 20 or 30 employees ... I've blocked it from my mind. They had schemes I had to decipher each week. They stole frozen food out the back door. Scheduling would make a Preacher Cuss. There was ALWAYS something broken. ALWAYS some unsolvable problem. EVERYBODY in the place needed professional therapy. We did the TV commercials. We did the Beach Nite giveaways. The Tee Shirts. The Live Music. The Dances. We had no trouble at all with the Bikers. It was pretty much everybody else that drove us nuts. It was 25/8 - just never ended. And then, one day ... we signed the papers - and we were out! Sold. Thank God. Who's STUPID idea had that been?
So, that was 91-93. And I decided I'd had it with the Restaurant Business. And so: we opened a Gallery. We chose a two story log Gallery in the heart of a City Restoration Center Project. This was several blocks of 19th, 20th, and I think even a touch of 18th century row homes, factory buildings, and warehouses. The whole mess had been slated to be torn down until a successful developer who owned a huge antique Import business decided it might have merit. This was back around the very early 80's. The rebuilt, restored, renovated. They put in eateries. They hired a gifted contractor - a sort of "Log Whisperer", who found he could restore things that even THEY thought to be beyond restoration. And, the project took off like a Saturn V. And so, round about 1993 ... we leased a Gallery, smack in the center of it. It was a two story building, and we began by filling the first floor. With what? Well, Gary build custom furniture, custom knives, jewelry, hand painted folk art, wind driven toys, carved/stained glass work, ornate ironwork, paintings, curiosities of all sorts. Iron sleds, Hutches, blanket racks, tables, chairs, plant hooks by the dozen, Scarecrows for Hallowean, and Santas for Christmas. The bottom floor was stuffed to the gills. And, the people came .....
And the people came ...... and they said ............................................................................................ "What's Upstairs?"
And we explained .... we are growing into the second floor. Right now there is nothing up there. We plan to fill it by next Fall. And the people said ..............
And the People said ............................................................................................................................."Can we See?"
And we said ... "See What?" And they said ... "Upstairs?" And we explained, once again; there is nothing up there. We plan to fill it by next Fall. And so; they went away annoyed because we didn't wish for them to go upstairs.
And so; Kelly sat at the Gallery and answered the burning question .... "What's upstairs?" for about six months. She's still frightened by the question today. I made a clear sign, which we sat on the steps - explaining that the upstairs was closed. That we were .......
And, the people would step over the sign, on their way upstairs, as soon as we'd be busy at the other end of the store. We stretched ribbon across the steps, hung a sign from it .... and they crawled under the ribbon. No - not the SAME persons ... but nearly EVERYONE.
At Christmas, we put up a nice Christmas tree in the corner of the Gallery. We went to a local dollar store, and purchased a wheelbarrow load of those handmade wooden toy ornaments made by Chinese Children for a buck a pop. Rocking horses, Drums, Sleighs, Reindeer, Horns, Rooty Toot Toots and Rummy Tum Tums. And, we hung the tree full. Added lights and tinsel. We had coffee and cookies. It was Christmas!!! And the people came ...........
And the People came ...... and they said .................................................................................... "How much are the Tree Ornaments?"
And we said .... "Oh .... I can understand why you ask .... they are cute, aren't they? They are just to decorate the tree for the Gallery. They aren't for sale." They didn't care to hear that. But ... before leaving ... they'd ask .... "What's Upstairs?"
We had also bought some burlap sack "gift bags" stamped with what appeared to be some hand cut "Potato Stamp" or something. You might be too young. As a child in 3rd grade, we'd have a supervised session where we'd cut a potato in half, then cut a couple of wedges from it's one edge. Dip the flat side in tempera paint - press it onto a pc. of construction paper .... and ...
.... Hey Presto - a Tulip!!! Well, these bags had pressings of demented looking teddy bears, horns, reindeer, etc. We bought them for a buck a bag. Filled them with crushed newspapers - put them under the tree. And the people came .......
You guessed it ..........
Kelly began to ask me .... "How much longer is Christmas???????"
One day, I was in the gallery. A customer was just asking Kelly .... "How much are the Tree ornaments????" Kelly, with a twisted smile, was about to begin to explain, when I popped around from behind her - and said with a smile - $5 a piece.
Over next ten days, we cleaned off the tree or every ornament, they scarfed up every bag ... we even went back to the dollar store and bought forty more of the bags. Sold them all IIRC. Was the best seller of the entire Gallery experience.
We also learned another lesson from the gallery. I'd stay up til 3am, making some unique interesting handmade artifact. By late morning, it would be in our Gallery, for sale. A prospective customer would be seen looking it over. I'd stagger by and place myself where ... if I indeed fell flat ... I would not injure the customer. We'd discuss the pc. They'd be all smiles. Fascinated by the artistic creativity. And then, they'd ask ... "Do you have any more?" I'd smile and say - (proud as punch) - no M'am ... that is a unique pc. of handcrafted art!" The smile would be snatched off the face. They'd turn to leave. I'd fall into the rack of plant hooks, while the lady stalked past Kelly .... stopping just long enough to toss a side glance and ask ... "What's Upstairs?" .........
Coffee ... more later ....
Gary