Mine came in various shades of brown, and very hard ! They smelled good too. Before anyone throws up, am talking about the home-made wooden stools that we had in our home decades ago. LOLX.
Apart from the bedroom set that my parents bought for their wedding, almost everything else was D-I-Y by my dad (of course aided later on by me 🙂 ). We made a total of 6 stools as per illustration, a dining table, a workbench, a couple of racks and cabinets too.
We were blessed with the advantage of being in the vicinity of a sawmill — which had ample supplies of discarded timber odds & ends — and a basic set of woodworking tools, a tradition of ‘berdikari’ and spirit of ‘jimat cermat’. Those were the good old days, really.
In the old days, before the invention of the veneer ply or “plywood”, all wooden furniture – including cabinetry – was constructed from pieces of solid integral timber.
Even though machine tools were not available at that time, every piece was very precise and the work was finished to an artisan’s exacting standards.
Most amazing of all were the joints. Almost none of these had a nail, or a screw – as dove tail joints were extensively employed. How did those craftsmen achieve such precision ?
The work quality was “Rolls-Royce” grade, as compared to those of modern “instant-mee” generation workers, whose works by comparison are like beat-up,multi-crash patch-up jobs.
Since the days of our nenek moyangs, rotan or rattan has been used to make furniture and a myriad of other items. It is extremely strong and tough, yet can be coaxed into contorted twists and turns – properties which make it so endearing.
In younger days, we had several rattan chairs. Nice to sit on, quite relaxing. However, these were very prone to infestation by bed bugs. These little pests liked to hide in the crevices between strands, and once a nice juicy bottom settled in, they would come out to feast. The itch would be unbearable and often led to rashes and some bleeding.
We would then overturn the chairs and bang them on the floor to shake out those bugs and then sprayed some Shelltox to kill them. Enemy temporarily repelled but they would return, again and again.
Or say, “Take it easy” on this Lazy Man’s Chair (a.k.a. “Deck Chair”)
Was my favorite type of chair, where I would just relax and form my dreams and visions. Alas, I always had to look out for my uncle, who was an avowed enemy of this chair – he claimed that it would make me a lazy bum.
We had two of these back then in Butterworth, but I think we gave them away to our neighbours when we moved to the island in 1973. Ever since then, my butt had never seen better days…..haiz. Thinking consciously, I have not seen this deck chair anywhere, in anyone’s home for the last 30 years. This generation is definitely missing out something. — feeling amused.
In the days of old, life was not a bed of roses and most of the folks were poor and slept on straw mats laid out on bare wooden floor or cement floor.
A Canvas Bed was a luxury. For a poor tired soul worn out by a day’s hard toil, it afforded him/her that proverbial cosy rosy slumber. It was nice to sleep on, especially on a warm humid night, with convection cooling reaching underneath the body, and the canvas providing contour-compliant support for the body. Sounds rather advanced, right ?
In retrospect, the design was simple, elegant and low-cost, and it could be folded and tucked away for space-saving. Periodically, the canvas had to be scrubbed with detergent and dried out in the sun for hygiene reasons – human body odour, mites, etc.