02-02-2013, 05:08 PM
Hi,
I've done many radio restorations including a TV restoration over the last ten years and I've been thinking about what has been involved.
Because I do outside jobs on the bungalow and in the gardens when the weather turns milder I tend to do projects or hobbies during our nine month winters. I'm forever moaning about the weather; it drives me mad; wind; rain; hail; sleet; blizzards for many months making many jobs more of a misery than a pleasure whilst I try my best to work around the climate.
Woodworking indoors produces lots of dust which takes ages to settle; having the doors open is out of the question because of the freezing conditions; paint/lacquer spraying using my compressors and assorted spray guns is only a dream. If working in the garage I need to pull the car out which in turn gets a soaking or covered in snow meaning it needs cleaning and drying off before being put away again. I have an home made 3 phase extractor in the garage which does a good job whilst running my Startrite woodworking combination machine.
Last year I completely cleared out my electronics workshop and converted it into a woodworking shop for use in winter. The workshop is now very cosy and comfortable with plenty of new lighting; central heating and Hi-Fi to play my favourite songs but the weather is again diving me absolutely mad.
I can get into the workshop in comfort even when its snowing outside but after a couple of minutes I end up wrapped up like an Eskimo because a tool or some material needs collecting from the garage; this means a trip into the bedroom to get the arctic clothes on; change out of my slippers into boots and off I go; it's either raining; snowing; icy or just plain freezing; I open the garage and the car is in the way; do I try to struggle around the car with a risk of damaging the paintwork or do I pull the car out. OK now I've got what I came down to the garage for and the car is once again leathered off. Back in the bungalow I change back into normal clothes and step into my slippers. After ten minutes I need something else out of the garage. Why the heck do I bother as it's nothing but hassle. I can't leave the car on the drive because even our neighbours are subject to police drugs bust; drugs; aggravated burglary and mugging; I had a short ladder stolen from our back garden last year and even had the tax disc stolen from inside the car; neighbours let their kids run against the cars in the street with their bicycles and they couldn't care less.
Bron and I have a beautiful bungalow here with good sized gardens which we love so don't feel obliged to let the low life drive us out. The weather also does its best to upset me and usually it succeeds until I get mad enough to say blow it and ignore the conditions I end up working in.
I started a thread covering fitting a clutch to my Jubilee woodturning lathe but I simply got fed up of the many trips into the garage so shelved this project until I can work in peace.
Not wanting to be idle I decided to have a go at another "Woody" radio cabinet restoration which I've been attempting to do this week. As my workshop is not yet fully set up for woodworking many of the tools are still in the garage. Eventually I managed to remove the original finish from the cabinet right down to bare timber. I intend to have a go at re-veneering.
So far once again this has been nothing but frustration and hassle. Having removed the finish I got up early a couple of days ago with the intention of spending a day on this project; firstly though I needed to pop up to the post office; as soon as the car moved I thought here I go again; sure enough it had a flat tyre; three hours later I had visited the post office and arrived home with a new tyre fitted to the car. The cost of the tyre wasn't any trouble but the frustration caused certainly was and it shattered my concentration for the entire day. As it was dry and sunny I left the car on the drive whilst I had dinner. Immediately after dinner I started to put my Eskimo gear on and Bron said "It's raining". The car was put away before it got a soaking. I had left the car out so that I could search the garage for the double cast iron glue pot and veneering hammers which had been stored safely somewhere? Back in the bungalow the sun came out.
Yesterday morning I got out of bed determined to find the glue pot; once again well wrapped up I pulled the car out and searched under all the benches in the garage but then it started to pour down with rain so I was rained off yet again and put the car away.
After dinner the sun was shining so I wrapped up and set about washing the car making a good job of it; having leathered the car dry I resumed my search for the glue pot; down came the rain so ended another day.
Not one to give up easily I was wrapped up early this morning against the bitter cold pulling the car out into frost. At last I found the glue pot and veneering hammers in the very corner of a wall cupboard; something going right for a change? The car was put away and I thought now I can make some progress on the cabinet at last?
During dinner I turned the heat on in the workshop ready for a session. By now I had the glue pot; veneering hammers; veneer; silver sand; baking tin in which to heat the sand; single electric hot plate; new circle cutter; 400 yard roll of proper veneering tape and all the other odds and ends surely nothing could go wrong and I was now looking forward to enjoying myself? The workshop was well lit and nice and warm with Acker Bilk giving his best on the Hi-Fi. Before I start playing around I'd better soak some hide glue ready for veneering. The hide glue was in a biscuit tin in a base unit in the kitchen; when I checked it was no longer there so the search started; I searched all the kitchen units; Bron searched both bedrooms; I then pulled everything out from under the workshop bench but still no tin.
Nothing for it but the car will have to come out. I had the garage upside down whilst I searched but still the tin evaded me; I put the car away and returned to the bungalow once again removing the heavy clothes. Surely I hadn't thrown the hide glue away whilst clearing the workshop? In desperation I went into the kitchen turned on all the lights and using a torch started to search the last known position. In a base unit hidden from sight until I stuck my head in was a large white plastic tub with a big tin of paint sitting on top of it; I stared at this in disbelief; it suddenly hit me like a lead brick that I had disposed of the metal tin transferring the hide glue into the plastic tub. I'm seriously losing the plot whist steadily going senile. Two hours of frustration just to find the hide glue. If I live long enough I believe I'll get the workshop set up allowing me to do a simple job.
As I say; I've done many restorations over the years but what isn't seen is all the hassle and frustration as told in the story above. My restorations are hard enough and I don't believe the theory that all these hassles will make me a better person because in reality all they do is drive me nuts. I feel better for sharing this and hopefully the cabinet restoration will be added in due course.
Kind regards, Col.
I've done many radio restorations including a TV restoration over the last ten years and I've been thinking about what has been involved.
Because I do outside jobs on the bungalow and in the gardens when the weather turns milder I tend to do projects or hobbies during our nine month winters. I'm forever moaning about the weather; it drives me mad; wind; rain; hail; sleet; blizzards for many months making many jobs more of a misery than a pleasure whilst I try my best to work around the climate.
Woodworking indoors produces lots of dust which takes ages to settle; having the doors open is out of the question because of the freezing conditions; paint/lacquer spraying using my compressors and assorted spray guns is only a dream. If working in the garage I need to pull the car out which in turn gets a soaking or covered in snow meaning it needs cleaning and drying off before being put away again. I have an home made 3 phase extractor in the garage which does a good job whilst running my Startrite woodworking combination machine.
Last year I completely cleared out my electronics workshop and converted it into a woodworking shop for use in winter. The workshop is now very cosy and comfortable with plenty of new lighting; central heating and Hi-Fi to play my favourite songs but the weather is again diving me absolutely mad.
I can get into the workshop in comfort even when its snowing outside but after a couple of minutes I end up wrapped up like an Eskimo because a tool or some material needs collecting from the garage; this means a trip into the bedroom to get the arctic clothes on; change out of my slippers into boots and off I go; it's either raining; snowing; icy or just plain freezing; I open the garage and the car is in the way; do I try to struggle around the car with a risk of damaging the paintwork or do I pull the car out. OK now I've got what I came down to the garage for and the car is once again leathered off. Back in the bungalow I change back into normal clothes and step into my slippers. After ten minutes I need something else out of the garage. Why the heck do I bother as it's nothing but hassle. I can't leave the car on the drive because even our neighbours are subject to police drugs bust; drugs; aggravated burglary and mugging; I had a short ladder stolen from our back garden last year and even had the tax disc stolen from inside the car; neighbours let their kids run against the cars in the street with their bicycles and they couldn't care less.
Bron and I have a beautiful bungalow here with good sized gardens which we love so don't feel obliged to let the low life drive us out. The weather also does its best to upset me and usually it succeeds until I get mad enough to say blow it and ignore the conditions I end up working in.
I started a thread covering fitting a clutch to my Jubilee woodturning lathe but I simply got fed up of the many trips into the garage so shelved this project until I can work in peace.
Not wanting to be idle I decided to have a go at another "Woody" radio cabinet restoration which I've been attempting to do this week. As my workshop is not yet fully set up for woodworking many of the tools are still in the garage. Eventually I managed to remove the original finish from the cabinet right down to bare timber. I intend to have a go at re-veneering.
So far once again this has been nothing but frustration and hassle. Having removed the finish I got up early a couple of days ago with the intention of spending a day on this project; firstly though I needed to pop up to the post office; as soon as the car moved I thought here I go again; sure enough it had a flat tyre; three hours later I had visited the post office and arrived home with a new tyre fitted to the car. The cost of the tyre wasn't any trouble but the frustration caused certainly was and it shattered my concentration for the entire day. As it was dry and sunny I left the car on the drive whilst I had dinner. Immediately after dinner I started to put my Eskimo gear on and Bron said "It's raining". The car was put away before it got a soaking. I had left the car out so that I could search the garage for the double cast iron glue pot and veneering hammers which had been stored safely somewhere? Back in the bungalow the sun came out.
Yesterday morning I got out of bed determined to find the glue pot; once again well wrapped up I pulled the car out and searched under all the benches in the garage but then it started to pour down with rain so I was rained off yet again and put the car away.
After dinner the sun was shining so I wrapped up and set about washing the car making a good job of it; having leathered the car dry I resumed my search for the glue pot; down came the rain so ended another day.
Not one to give up easily I was wrapped up early this morning against the bitter cold pulling the car out into frost. At last I found the glue pot and veneering hammers in the very corner of a wall cupboard; something going right for a change? The car was put away and I thought now I can make some progress on the cabinet at last?
During dinner I turned the heat on in the workshop ready for a session. By now I had the glue pot; veneering hammers; veneer; silver sand; baking tin in which to heat the sand; single electric hot plate; new circle cutter; 400 yard roll of proper veneering tape and all the other odds and ends surely nothing could go wrong and I was now looking forward to enjoying myself? The workshop was well lit and nice and warm with Acker Bilk giving his best on the Hi-Fi. Before I start playing around I'd better soak some hide glue ready for veneering. The hide glue was in a biscuit tin in a base unit in the kitchen; when I checked it was no longer there so the search started; I searched all the kitchen units; Bron searched both bedrooms; I then pulled everything out from under the workshop bench but still no tin.
Nothing for it but the car will have to come out. I had the garage upside down whilst I searched but still the tin evaded me; I put the car away and returned to the bungalow once again removing the heavy clothes. Surely I hadn't thrown the hide glue away whilst clearing the workshop? In desperation I went into the kitchen turned on all the lights and using a torch started to search the last known position. In a base unit hidden from sight until I stuck my head in was a large white plastic tub with a big tin of paint sitting on top of it; I stared at this in disbelief; it suddenly hit me like a lead brick that I had disposed of the metal tin transferring the hide glue into the plastic tub. I'm seriously losing the plot whist steadily going senile. Two hours of frustration just to find the hide glue. If I live long enough I believe I'll get the workshop set up allowing me to do a simple job.
As I say; I've done many restorations over the years but what isn't seen is all the hassle and frustration as told in the story above. My restorations are hard enough and I don't believe the theory that all these hassles will make me a better person because in reality all they do is drive me nuts. I feel better for sharing this and hopefully the cabinet restoration will be added in due course.
Kind regards, Col.
Happiness is a wreck of a cabinet to restore.








