For Christmas 2007, Jon and I bought his mother a digital picture frame. After growing accustomed to the idea of yet more geekery (she married an engineer and raised 2 of them, to boot!), last Christmas she handed off one of her three plastic frames and asked me to do something with it. She didn’t care what, and had no input, only that the plain black frame needed more character.
I sought to do something temporary, or relatively temporary, in case she wants to change it again at some later date. I took the idea from one of the budget decorating shows on HGTV, which often runs in the background while I’m working (the technique was applied to the edge of a thrift-bought coffee table to dress it up).
I can envision this technique applied to pillar candles or plain ceramic flower pots, too.
I measured the widest area around the frame and cut a chipboard frame to match. Then I cut a piece of copper foil (40 ga.; .003″ thick) to fit that, burned patches of color into the foil with a propane torch, and chased texture into it with the peen end of my hammer. The foil was then wrapped around the chipboard frame and secured to the plastic frame using Terrifically Tacky Tape (which really IS terrifically tacky, by the way).
The copper frame isn’t yet attached to the plastic in the above picture. This was the “does-this-work-for-you?” picture which went to her inbox for final approval before project completion. Normally, she’s more of a brushed nickel kinda gal.
Happy crafting!
P.S. I am sad to inform the public that International Cake Month has — as of today — officially passed. Long live CAKE!
Jeff wanted a skull for his birthday. Mmmhmm … it posed a challenge, naturally. I’d not done anything like it before. Suffice it to say, I spent hours with the modeling clay carving out skulls, mushing them up, and trying again. It was a crash course in anatomy. And then, of course, I decided not to leave well enough alone, and burned the first skull (right; it’s turned in the picture so it doesn’t show). Have I learned my lesson? I seriously doubt it. :P It’s the curse of the compulsive tinkerer.
