About The Oldwolf Workshop
If I talk about myself in relation to woodworking the story follows the same winding trail. I spent my years at West Salem High School in Western Wisconsin in the art room. I stayed as far away from the shop, vocational, and agriculture classes as I could. Not that I had any issues with those classes, I guess I had found a comfort level in drawing and painting. I remember being in about 5th grade, sitting at the dinner table and proudly announcing to my family that I knew what I was going to be when I grew up, "An Artist!" My father gave a response I understand now as an adult, but as a kid it stopped me in my tracks. "Do you wanna starve?" He asked. I guess I had never really thought of a job as something you did to support yourself financially, it was more of a question of doing something you would like to do. Isn't it great how you usually have all the important stuff figured out when your a kid and then you spend the next 30 or 40 years re-figuring it out. That's me in the Yellow. :)
Then the persuasion started. We would be sitting together on the couch and watching Norm, and Naomi would lean over an whisper, "I think you should build me one of those." to which I'd usually respond, "Ya right" or something to that effect. But she planted the seed, and I started to watch the show a little differently. All the remodeling efforts had lead to me starting to build an OK beginners selection of tools. I started small, I build a canopy frame for our pencil post bed. I custom built the cabinets for the bathroom remodel I was doing because no prefab cabinets would fit. Then I made the fatal flaw. I purchased my first woodworking magazine. We had been up to the Mall of America in the cities a month or two before, and in a store I saw a four player chess board, but they wanted a couple hundred dollars. I was teaching myself chess at the time and the possibilities of four players was incredibly fun. I saw the magazine and decided to buy it and modify the pattern to make my own four player board. To this day today, I have never been able to get together four people at once to actually use the board. But I learned so much making it. And I wanted to do more!!
This blog began when we moved out to Maine for the better part of a year, following a job prospect that didn't pan out well. It was a chance for me to show off what I was doing to really no body at all since I didn't have any nearby friends to brag to. It has evolved into a place where I can share my journey, both my thoughts and actions, as I make the transition from being a hobbyist woodworker to a professional woodwright, I hope, if you read along, you enjoy the journey as much as I will. But like I said in the start of this page, Life makes things funny and you can never be sure of where you'll be a decade from now, a year from now, a day from now. This blog is evidence of that in practice.
Thank you for reading.