Monday, January 24, 2011

Our Candle Holders In South Korea at Hyundai Department Store

ByDan Woodworks Mountain Laurel Asian Inspired Candle Holders

We are very excited to share that our Mountain Laurel candle holders and beeswax candles have been displayed in the Hyundai Department Store in Seoul, South Korea.
Located at its main store, Apgujeong Main Store in Seoul, South Korea

Hyundai Department Store
"Since its grand opening in 1985, Apgujeong Main branch has been leading upscale shopping culture in the Korean distribution industry and becoming the best shopping destination with a directory of exquisite brands and supreme customer services. 
Offering customers an enticing selection of merchandise and exceptional customer services, Apgujeong store has been loved by customers for meeting their needs and aspirations for a better lifestyle."

The proprietor of this beautiful location has shared pictures of her display, and we wanted to share them with you.

Mountain Laurel Candle Holders Display

Mountain Laurel Asian Inspired Candle Holders & Beeswax Candles


ED BULEY said...

I like your site. Very cool stuff. Thanks! Here's a story in exchange.
The cattle truck showed up an hour late but at least it did finally arrive. We grabbed a long strong rope, some feed and a four-wheel drive Ford Tractor that had a bucket loader on the front of it.. The man in the truck followed us over to the other barn which was across the road from the main barnyard.

The bull that we were after was almost as big as the tractor but he was white with some light brown spots and the tractor was blue. Many men have been mauled and even killed while trying to remove a bull from a pasture but this bull was good natured and like all cattle, loves feed.

Coaxing cattle with feed is an old trick and more often than not it serves the purpose perfectly. I've seen whole herds of heifers chase a quad down the road when a man sat on the back with a five gallon bucket of feed for them follow.

But, we weren't driving cattle this time, so we tried to lasso the bull and separate him from the heifers. The man who brought the truck was following the bull around a feed trough that was out in the middle of the pasture while trying to toss the looped end of the rope over the big bulls massive head. The first attempt failed because the rope only grabbed one-half of the bulls head so we had to wait for the beast to shake it off before we could try again.

The idea was to lasso the bull but to let the rope go once we did. Once the rope was finally around the bulls neck, the plan was to recapture the loose end of the tether and tie it to back end of the tractor while the bull was being preoccupied with the feed. It would have worked if the rope had fell just right on the first try but since it didn't the bull was spooked and wouldn't come close enough for us to try it again.

One has to be calm and quiet around cattle because they can spook easy. Seeing that we had no chance of capturing the bull under the circumstances we decided to relocate the feed trough and get a longer rope. We moved the trough from the pasture up to the lower level of the old barn and started shaking the feed bucket again. The cattle answered the dinner call and as fortune would have it the bull went into the barn behind a heifer whereupon we closed the two in by shutting a metal gate.

Once inside the barn, the bull was preoccupied with eating feed so we were able to lasso him correctly this time. The bull was tied close to the back end of the tractor and then led to the cattle truck which was parked down by the road. I held the tether tight while another fellow operated the tractor. I rode on the tractor by standing on a running board and secured the animal by wrapping the rope around a solid bar that was attached to the tractor.

The bull came quietly but at one point it seemed like the bulls massive head was going to get jammed in between the back tire and the tractor's frame so we halted and readjusted the rope. The ramp up into the cattle truck was already down and the side gates had been attached so we pulled the bull up to the ramp, loosed the rope and prodded the bull up into the truck.

Well that was one down and another to go. The second bull was back in the main barnyard. So we repeated the process again, over there. The second bull was younger but he seemed to be more dangerous which is unusual because generally it's the other way around.

I was the youngest of our crew of four. George was the oldest at 88 years old, his brother Bob is 84 and John is about 70 years old. I am 55. Bob has breathing problems and he can't walk around to good so he operates the tractor. Bob has poor circulation also. I took my glove off and held his frozen left hand in mine for a moment so that it would warm back up. I overlooked the snot that had been wiped off onto the wrist and grabbed it anyway.

We all know how cold noses can run in the winter time. It was zero today.

Dan and Vickie said...

Thank you for sharing this with us!

Checking out your blog! Our son travels via hitchhiking and rails. Thought it interesting that you have reference to that on your blog.
We're looking forward to reading your stories.

ED BULEY said...

Hi guys, Sounds like your son is living the Hobo life. Caution him for me about RAPTURE OF THE DEEP... but maybe that's what he's after. Please tell him that THE SPIRITUAL HOBO is sending good vibes his way.
Most people would have to be pretty desperate before they would even think about standing alone, on the side of an interstate highway, with their thumb out. Even scarier, than soliciting a ride from a stranger, is having one stop after you did!
The road is a "black river of asphalt" upon which every imaginable form of humanity flows. Their modes of transportation are as distinctive as the individuals that pilot them. Forensically, motor vehicles are as revealing to a trained eye as are fingerprints to an experienced police officer. NO two vehicles ever look the same to a perceptive hitch-hiker. But there is little that you can do to protect yourself against the unknown so no matter how you do it, "hitch-hiking is very dangerous."

I should know because I did it more times than most people would even ever dream of. But it was my dream to hitch-hike around the country (USA), and so I did -- for eleven years. Connect that to the same amount of time (and more) standing behind carnival counters watching myriads of people pass by and you'll see why I used to claim that "I have seen one tenth of the population of the United States with my own eyes." It really doesn't matter how many because the point is, I saw too much.

More than one hitch-hiker has died from "over-exposure," but what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger -- and so it was in my case. You enter another world every time you climb into a car when you are hitch-hiking. The first thing that hits you is the smell. This sets the pace as you examine the face of your new captor. Will they be kind? Are they cool? Why did they really stop, and what do they want from you?

"Cash, grass, or ass... nobody rides for free." That's what the truckers used to say, but that's not entirely true. Catching rides on "Big-Rigs," that are running fast, without giving up your stash (cash, grass, ass)... now that's a hitch-hiker with a lot of class! Eventually, I graduated to this exclusive group of "free-loaders." Ah, but there I've gone and let the cat out of the bag by just telling you the secret to my success.
"A Lumper" is a person that unloads tractor trailers. I used to solicit rides out of truck stops by offering "to lump your load for free if you happened to be going my way," so in a sense that made me a "Free Loader." I imagine that some "hitch-hiking girls" have used this same line, but please understand that I never meant it the way that they probably did.Be that as it may, I sought to satisfy my wanderlust, panning for rides from the highway.

ED BULEY said...

Con't from previous comment by ED BULEY
Out there, Big Rigs will seldom/almost never stop for some dude with his thumb in the air, but they will if a good-looking girl is stuck on the side of the road with her shirt jacked-up.
If you and I were hitch-hiking together, I would instruct you on precisely where to set down your "pack" and where to stand. I would be critical of the impression that our presence, on the highway, was making to the passersby. Beggars can't be choosers, but Pickers can, so it obviously pays to look sprite whenever you are hitch-hiking.

Location is everything to a talented hitch-hiker. First-off, there has to be enough space for a person that is willing to stop for you to safely pull over. Secondly, the hitch-hiker and all of their belongings must be fully visible to the on-coming traffic. It's a buyer's market out there, so as a hitch-hiker you must package your self properly. Sometimes, nothing that you do works, but a friend of mine named Charlie told me a hitch-hiking story that really does prove otherwise.

He was hitch-hiking in the dark one night and, needless to say, was getting nowhere... and it was raining to boot! You would be surprised at the number of good Samaritans that will hesitate or not even stop to pick up someone who is all wet. Charlie told me that, "a tree talked to him and told him to come and stand next to it." The tree promised Charlie that if he did, he would get a ride, so Charlie obliged. Almost immediately a car's brakes were slammed on and after skidding to a halt, the car backed up to where Charlie and the tree were standing. "I almost didn't see you", the driver said to Charlie, after he got in. "I thought that you were a tree", the driver explained!

It's no wonder that trees talked to Charlie because he had long red hair that looked just like a bush.

Dan and Vickie said...

"Cash, grass, or ass... nobody rides for free." It's been a long time since I have heard that expression. :o)
Thanks for the input about life on the road. We figure it's a good way for a 'certain few' to take the road less traveled. We have told our son you are sending good vibes his way.
So much more to say and so little time. We will be thinking about your stories and sharing them with our friends and family. So good to meet you! You're a wonderful author.