One of my sisters and I recreated an artwork grouping of painted mirrors as requested by the client.
We used nine 12″ square glass mirrors and ‘antiqued/aged’ the edges by lightly spraying black permanent paint onto them. Also used was a stick-on ‘chrome’ edging, meant for automobile decoration, as frames.
Then we attacked the image by first sketching-by-eyeballing the branches and then going over that with multiple colors of acrylic craft paint to coordinate with the client’s décor of chocolate brown, ‘metallic’ gold, white and black.
[Chocolate brown with black was good for the branch shadow. Adding this gold to brown with a smidge of black = bronze, the blossom color; the mix of this gold+white and a smidge of brown gives a highlighting caramel color.]
Enjoyable but exhausting 21+ hours… and the clients were very pleased 🙂
I am happy to share links to the products if you make the request. There are too numerous YouTubes watched for this to list – do a search.
She was imported from Rimes, France over 45 years ago in 1970’s. A beautiful piece that is probably 100 years old. The woman I bought it from sewed on it as well as her mother and grandmother — I’m so in love! There is a little damage on the top area but can be fixed.
Remind me to do this again next time I want to monogram:
Machine magnet and metal ruler
And am trying a new thing which I thought about since meeting Mia (whom I cannot locate…):
I was hosting the cousins and sisters and Mom and Dad in my 1930’s home. I had intended to cook dinner for everyone and after changing out the bathroom faucet, althewhile wearing a flouncy moo moo (I have EWN’s on my mind to finish) and tiara.
Rusty, in her matching moo moo with wrists wrapped in peridot, finished the faucet install. Dad didn’t feel I could do it.
Then I adjusted my Norwegian Sunset tiara, and went in to dinner
wearing my articulated choker reminiscent of Mom’s now in posession of Amy Johanna.
“Jesus.. says, ‘Let go of your complaints, forgive those who loved your poorly, step over your feelings of being rejected, and have the courage to trust that you won’t fall into an abyss of nothingness but into the safe embrace of a God whose love will heal all your wounds.”
-for years I had tremendously wrenchingly fearsome dreams of tidal waves and having to save my children. The above quote answers my quest for the solution to those fearful dreams. As I aged, the dreams happened less often; now, not at all.
Normally, tenaciously, I swim in deep water – the last time we enjoyed the lake, as the current was stronger than usual, my daughter told her husband to tie my life preserver to the boat as I was drifting under the bow. I paddled my way out a bit and just floated – loving the love of my family and the feeling of floating, letting go of control; the clouds and sky were stunning. One fluffy bit was shaped by the air currents into a set of wings to which I focused my list of blessings.
This boat is where I can ‘send’ people and things I struggle with to be ‘handled by Jesus, so I can just float and admire God’s work around me.
My sister ads…
“After reading your fb post, the Lord reminded me about Ephesians chapter 6. This is where Paul teaches us how to use the truths God has given us to keep our faith strong when the enemy tries to discourage us Good lessons from Paul who went through attacks in his faith his whole life.”
I was granted the view of a fantastic swarm of lights in one of the neighbor’s darkened pine trees as I passed by a window on the way to bed the other night— I will not soon forget how the sight caught and uplifted me.