Monday, 2 October 2017

Black Crow Frames

These frames were meant to be Halloween tags but from the start I wasn’t 100% sure I was on the right lines, in my head I really didn’t think that the mini craft sticks and the classic metal bird embellishments would work together and suspected that I’d end up with a mismatched codge up, but despite my misgivings I to decided to persevere anyway.
I started by colouring the sticks with a green Sharpie pen, and at that stage I was already thinking I was going down the wrong path, but again, I still stamped my Tim Holtz Components Time stamp onto a scrap of orange patterned paper to use as a background.
IMG_4746Cutting the background to size I glued it onto the frame and then added the birds, gluing them with E6000 for a really secure bond.
IMG_4747Hmmmmmmm, not too bad! I then tried adding other bits and pieces in the background, including stars, but all looked pants!!!!  I also found some very old Ranger Crackle paint at the back of one of my drawers and tried that, BIG mistake, but fortunately I was able to remove it with a damp cotton bud before too much damage was done.
I added a flat bail fitting to the back, but that was also removed, because I realised that the tag idea wasn’t going to work. It’s at this sort of indecisive stage of an idea that I start to “worry” it, trying this and that, but in the end I just get a mess and it ends up in the bin, so this time I am going to put the frames to one side and ignore them for a day or two or perhaps a lot longer.  I am thinking perhaps a card ………? But, to quote someone famous ….. “I’ll be back”


Cheryl W said...

I often have to set my cards aside for a day or two before I can finish them. It's not unusual for me to get "stuck." You'll figure out how you want to use them, I have no doubt. BTW, they look great!

marc said...

Helen these look great i would make a card but would put a magnet on the back of these as they would look great as Halloween decor may be take a quote from this poem
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.