Ok, so I outgrew the kitchen pretty quick. (Not too fond of sawdust in the spaghetti sauce!)
And since the front “living room” was available, I moved the tools there, got a few more, and soon began to feel like a real woodworker.

My boyfriend had been selling his silver jewelry as a street artist on “The Avenue” in Berkeley for a while, so that was the direction I took. Filed for a licence and soon hit the street with my Wooden Goodies.
In Berkeley, the city-run program allowed anyone to sell their handcrafted work, 365 days a year, from lottery-given spaces on the sidewalks of Telegraph Avenue, leading up to the campus of the University of California.
You just had to be screened — prove you were the maker of the goods — and pay the fees. Quality was not an issue.
Given the times and the place — remember, this was Berkeley, California… Telegraph Avenue… Just down the street from People’s Park… one icon of the Flower Power movement and the historical standoff between the police and the hippies… 1978, when the “homeless” were still known as “street people” — it wasn’t surprising that my first popular product was a line of curious teak pipes.

(Yeah, sure… they were bubble pipes …)
But I outgrew that phase pretty quicky, and moved on to more universally appealing stuff.
Especially with the holiday selling season approaching, I focussed more on family fun, developed pocket boxes, heart boxes, names-on-wheels, puzzles and tangrams, and a line of wood and crystal ornaments that looked great in a sunny window and on a Christmas tree.

Will find some neat pix for tomorrow…