True confession: I’ve never sold anything I’ve made. I hope that still isn’t true after the upcoming Dear Santa show at Sage Farm. I’ve got a small collection of Christmas wreaths about to make their public debut.
Have a look!
Not impressed? Well then how about this one?
Ah! The possibilities! When we cleaned out my father’s workshop we found a box full of
You can see the ARE big–well over an inch in diameter. Somebody in the 1960s thought they would look good strung on a rootbeer-colored bead curtain.
See what I did with them! Read the rest of this entry »
Fear turns me into a procrastinator. Some people are afraid of tornadoes or spiders. Me? I’m afraid of ruining perfectly good things like new blank sketchbooks or pristine rainbows of pastels. The sketchbooks stay blank. The pastels never get out of the box.
Most of the time I can’t bring myself to cut up perfectly good vintage fabric. I’m always afraid whatever I create will be less than worthy than the original materials.
I’ve been putting off a project idea for months. I’ve been worried about using a borrowed serger with complicated threading. (What if the thread pulls out?! HALP! HALP!) And I’ve been anxious about cutting up a quilt my grandmother made, even though that’s what I’m planning to do. I’m afraid my makeover might ruin it. My inner critic will start yelling, “It was great until YOU got your hands on it! You RUINED IT!” Read the rest of this entry »
My name is Janeray and I am a trash picker. I once backed up my car on a busy street in a downpour to rescue a chair from the trash. At the time I was in the process of collecting similar-but-different chairs for my dining room. The chair I spied coordinated perfectly. It was FREE! And it was so waterlogged that it fell apart when I picked it up. I was drenched, feeling foolish, and all I had to show for it was a part of the chair’s back.
Last week I found the broken piece under a box in my storage area. I knew it had potential to be a great mixer with the right parts.
Symmetry always looks better to me, so I hammered off the rest of the frame.
Now for the “what if I?” part. The swirly wood needed something substantial to visually anchor the bottom. What if I added a tin box made by my grandfather? I’d already tried hanging the box as a catch-all for my keys and sunglasses, but it seemed small and insignificant on the wall by itself. One decorative tack later and it became the base of a growing arrangement.
What if I added lots of cup hooks? I could display jewelry or hang keys. Then I thought of something better. What if I added the last stained glass butterfly from the dozens my father made as favors for his retirement party? It used to hang over his workbench in a mosaic of tools, parts and memories. Now the workshop is gone and he is, too. I wanted to keep his glass butterfly and hand lettered cardboard together.
See the entire list of projects for our Month of Makeovers HERE.