My hands have many scars. Behind every scar is story. Every story is an adventure. This is my story. These hands are worn. These hands are torn. These hands are not yet old. But these hands have stories to be told.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Knot What You Were Expecting, Hmm?
I just finished up this little box. I don't quite recall where I got the original from. Probably my sisters. It was a simple jewelry box with a glass top. The glass cracked in two and the outer frame that had just been glued popped apart. I drilled, pinned, and glued that back. To replace the glass, I carved up a poplar board with these Celtic knots. I'll admit, I'm annoyed with myself for gluing the lid slightly crooked, but I like it. Ran into quite a bit of trouble with the copper makers tag. Four homemade stamp attempts later, I just used tape to mask the copper for etching, hence the fuzzy edges of the etch. Next step, make some dividers and ring holders.
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